I have to admit the thought of exploring the Stirling Farmers Market on a steamy 36 degree, thunderstorm induced morning, didn’t have me bouncing out of bed, still I’d said I’d go.
The trays of apricots were gone by 9am, and the tomatoes selling quicker than they could be bagged.
© The Ponder Room
It was a delight to buy fruit that wasn’t already teetering around its use by date. Even more delightful was having the stall owner’s son carry larger orders to your car. You don’t find that at your local megastore.
Other stalls were equally enticing - artisan breads catering to a range of dietary needs, natural honey, local garlic, free range eggs, Moroccan spices, a multitude of mushrooms, flowers and an array of freshly squeezed juices, some thick enough to stand on their own, sans bottle.
I’m definitely going back next weekend if only for another piece of the apple slice, but first does anyone know what I can do with a tray of avocados, two bags of tomatoes and six huge, crisp pink lady apples?