It used to be that I spent every sunday morning being dragged off to church. Those days are now long gone. Just as I have no inclination to embrace another sunday church service, neither do I adhere to the sterility of supermarkets. Not for me a trolley full of unseasonal food flown in from the other side of the world, sprayed and bathed in a toxic mix of pesticides then suffocated with plastic coverings. No, these sundays I merrily pedal off up to my local Farmer's market in Islington for fresh, seasonal and (mostly) organic fayre from local farmers who know their stuff. And so here they are....
Let me introduce Dave who sells the most magnificent organic apples, juicy pears, sometimes melting medlars, succulent summer strawberries and ravishing raspberries. His Chegworth Valley juices are just utterly delicious and satisfyingly thirst quenching...
This is David of Downland Produce and his delightful team - he sells award winning porkers and he clearly loves his piggies. His ham hocks and pork chops are mouthwateringly lipsmackingly yummy...
Meet Sky; she and Kai have an obsession - it's their England Preserves, jams and chutneys made only with fresh organic fruits and vegetables, low sugar content and no added nasties...
Vicky the Codfather (or should that be Codmother?) looks like some mafioso with her shades on to deflect the glare of the fish-scales. She knows a thing or two about sustainable fishing practices and brings along what has been freshly caught off the Sussex coast...
If all this makes you achingly hungry, follow the scent to the Queen of Lamb from Hancox Farm for her magnificent burgers, bangers and fried onions...
..or have nibble on a freshly baked baguette...
..and last of all, sweet french onions. True, not strictly local, but after such a long cycle from Roscoff it seems only fair to lighten his load and buy a string of onions. Irresistible...
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