It was Sunday, sunny and we were hungry.

Having missed visiting the Victoria Park Market over the last few weekends, I was envious of Wink’s weekly foray a couple of miles north of us but always excited as she returned with a selection of delicious foods. As we unloaded the bags I was reminded of unpacking Santa Claus’ stocking early, too early, on Christmas morning.

Having taken some prophylactic painkillers, and a pillow to make the raked car seat more comfortable, we drove ten minutes to park near the entrance to the handsome Victoria Park, crossed the Grand Union canal to reach the market where stalls loaded with all sorts enticing foods and smiles lured us in.

The first van greeted us with Tea and Crumpets.

Crumpets served, Good and Proper, with marmite and cheese.

And talking of correctness, the Welsh Rarebit recipe is spot on.

Buns lined up for real Burgers.

Salty Loins, better than Bacon Butty.

See what’s cooking at Dookies Grill.

Organic mulled wine – naturally accompanies the tasty food.

Now it was time to stock the larder.

Choosing from a boat load of fresh fish.

Bone broth, just what I need; the Victorian answer to Sudafed.

The bakers.

Be game – brace, brace, from Pick’s Organic Farm.

Colourful tomatoes from the Isle of Wight.

Cakes, pastries, pasteles abound – pop in to Popina’s,

Galeta entices too.

And, to finish off, Get Fudged!

With bags full of foodie delights and delighted I lasted the course, we returned home, to relive the pleasure when we unpacked the bags after our market shop.

 

All photos ©️Brett Jones