Two plump corn-fed chickens for a tenner; not sure if free range or organic but they look good. The stall-holder, a ruddy-faced woman, the epitome of country farming folk, was coping well with the crowd and fevered buyers, but had no time to chat.
Next freshly laid eggs and two pats of gloriously golden butter from Vitality Farm, a local farm located along the Thames. No plums from the fresh produce stall, but new potatoes and a bag of tomatoes. Then a raid on the Cross Lanes apple stall for a mix bag of Beurre Hardy Pears and Claygate Permain apples. Finally a little cheese, Haddon Gold, from Crudges on the far side of Oxford.
The sun struggles to part the dull, heavy cloud cover. The stalls brighten. I’m feeling virtuous, a real foodie. Who needs Borough Market with all this right on the doorstep?