Oh dear. Think I’d better apologise about my growing obsession with the framing, positioning and overlap of pitches, people and stuff at the weekly market. 
Market life (2)
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Gender in Cornmarket
Back at the top of the bus
The top of the bus
Got to sit at the front on the top of the bus today. What a treat. Watching the morning commute in action. Through slightly steamy windows.
Market life
Walked to work through the weekly antique market in Gloucester Green this morning. Space, positioning, bric a brac and a mysterious woman in a hat.
Hay Jackies
A walk around Hay on Wye led to a temporary breaking of the ‘no dog’ street photo rule. Sorry. Jackies, as much as books, characterised the town. And who could ignore the pink bling?
Hergest Snow
Ran out of streets and people. But the weather didn’t disappoint.
Older Street
The £20 note and the Queen
Got on the bus this morning with a £20 note. And no change. Not a good move.
The driver shook his head. “No change.”
“Arghhhh.. sorry, I haven’t got anything smaller.”
“No change,” he said, poking at his change drawer.
The guy behind me was jingling some coins.
“Can I get the change in town, when you’ve taken some cash?”
“Doubt it. I’ve got no change so far. The best I can do is a change receipt.”
“Ooh, Ok.. What do I do with that?”
“Take it to our depot in Outer Mongolia.” (teeny bit of embellishment there..)
“Isn’t there somewhere a bit closer to do that?”
“Gloucester Green.”
“Oh, Ok. I’ll do that. But if you’ve got the change when I get off, can I cash it in with you?”
“No. I wouldn’t have any cash left if I did that.”
“Well you ain’t got any now..”
Shrug.
“Ok, I’ll take the receipt. Thanks.”
Fifteen minutes I looked up from Candy Crush. The bus had stopped, not at a bus stop.
Eh? I looked out the window. Where are we? Dunno, but everyone was piling off the bus. Speaking to the driver in turn.
“What’s going on?” I asked when it was my turn.
“Detour. High Street’s shut. The Queen’s coming.”
Strange times.
Red streets
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