The Charter Market

Early this morning Jackie drove me to Lymington Market so that I could make a few purchases and photograph some of the stalls.

‘The Market was originally granted a Charter (a document providing certain rights to the people of the town) in the mid-13thCentury, which enabled Medieval Lymington to hold its own market.  Farmers, traders and merchants would come from far and wide to sell their goods. This is still true of today’s traders.

The High Street was deliberately designed to be wide enough for a market to be held regularly and this can still be seen in the current imposing Georgian architecture that lines both sides of the High Street, from the Quay in the East and up to St Thomas Church which holds a commanding position in the West.’ (

‘There are 100+ stalls every Saturday from 8am until 4pm, which is popular with local residents, visitors and tourists alike.’ (

My samples will, I think, speak for themselves.

Although the morning was bright, sunny, and of a mild temperature, Jackie reported an eerie silence and lack of birdsong in the garden. The second pile of pigeon feathers in a few days revealed what we had suspected. One of the buzzards that circle over the fields opposite had made strikes.

Nugget, however, remains alive and well.

“Where’s Nugget?” (53)

This evening we dined on Jackie’s splendid chicken jalfrezi served with plain basmati rice and paratha. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank more o the Fleurie.



The Orange Mushroom

Church, Sigoules 1.13Saufiene arrived at noon with two experts to complete the measurements for the home improvements.  After this I visited Le Code Bar and had a beer with David.  I had not realised that they were not providing lunch today because of another private party in the evening.  However, my friend invited me to join him and Francois for a meal at Che’paou.  He insisted on paying, and the two men explained the significance of the name of this restaurant.  It means ‘I don’t know where’, being an onomatopoeic rendering of ‘Je ne sais pas ou’.  Yet another reason for our burgeoning friendship.  I enjoyed steak and chips which matched those of Max.

Marie runs an excellent haberdashery in Sigoules’ newer shopping square.  When I went to collect some dry cleaning from her I witnessed another service she provides.  Seated around a couple of tables in her tiny shop was a bevy of elderly women and one small girl engaged in knitting and sewing.  This reminded me of Tess’s ‘Stitch and Bitch’ evenings in The Village Shop (see 12th May 2012) in Upper Dicker.  Chris, the one male member of this group, used to darn his socks improvising a mushroom from an orange.  That is until Jackie provided him with the real thing.

rue De la Fon Close 1.13Passing through rue De La Fon Close, the older shopping area, I walked the La Briaude loop.  As I leant into it, a chill wind pierced my clothing; tore at the as yet bare vines, rattling their tags; and sent a variety of withered leaves scuttling after each other along the road.

Although closed, David and Frederick called me into the bar to watch the England Scotland rugby match.  I needed no second bidding.