Stockbridge Market

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We have put off coming back to St Andrews to the last day before term actually starts. It was a denial of the reality that we did, indeed, have to go back. We even almost took up a generous offer to stay at our friend's despite his absence. In the end, squeezing a few extra hours of freedom by sitting in a bar down in Stockbridge seemed sufficient.

Before we went for wine, though, we stopped by the market across the road where these hanged pheasants caught my eye. It was our first time at the market here and although the weather was dreich and bitter the sound of sizzling all around and the smell of curry and coffee was comforting. We took refuge in the steam and smells between the stalls.

Spying an opportunity, I approached the man behind the Wild Rover Food stall and asked for his picture. I've since learned (via their website) that this man is Rob, who owns Wild Rover Food with his business partner?/partner?/wife? - I'm too modern to simply assume, you see. They travel around in ancient Land Rover serving up hot street food where it is desired.

It was nice, pretending to live in Edinburgh for the afternoon but sooner or later we had to face the facts and our fantasy came crashing down half-way back up Leith Walk to the train station with 6 heavy bags between us. Getting onto the train was like trying to cram giraffe through a window. We caused endless blockages in the aisles and when I threw my rucksack onto the seat it caught my camera strap and whipped by neck towards the table.

All in all it wasn't pleasant. And the shelves in Tesco here are empty. Blue milk and Mothers Pride will have to suffice.