Sunday 18th September 2011, 11.10am (day 24)
Alternate Sundays a market sets up in the centre of Hebden Bridge, five minutes’ walk from my house. This stall is always there with its amazing profusion of pots, packets, jars, bottles and bags of great Mediterranean food, all presided over by this otherwise cliched Yorkshireman. No picture snatched in passing can capture it, but there’s enough in this picture to make the glands begin watering anyway.
Being 42 