St Albans market

I ventured out in the freezing cold to sketch at our Saturday market. This is the stall I usually buy my fruit and vegetables from. By the afternoon they put all the produce in bowls and sell them off at a pound a bowl (although I don’t think it’s necessarily any cheaper than the morning prices).

Further down the road there’s a big refrigerated van that sells meat. I never buy meat if I’m unsure of the provenance, so this van never gets my custom, though I love the red stripey apron the stall-holder wears. In the backgound you can see the old town hall.

The ground floor of the old town hall is a café and these smokers are having to sit outside behind the plant stall to drink their coffee as it is now illegal to smoke inside in the UK. When I see the little huddled groups of smokers outside most restaurants, pubs and offices I’m so grateful I kicked the habit.