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Every year without fail the family and I go to our local Christmas Market.  I don’t mean to be a Market-Snob, but the last few years the Market here has become more like a lowercase market. A place where merchants flog their tat; normal socks, handbags, purses, and other stuff that you wouldn’t give as a gift to someone you actually cared about. And an entire area of carnival rides! I know that people want something to occupy their kids. I’m one of them! However, the ride area had grown so that it took up half the market and there were carnival games as well. I’m a bit of a purist as far as a Christmas Market goes, which is odd, because I’d never been to one before I got to England.

Anyway… This year they promised to do better and consider the spirit of the Market. And lo and behold it was so! There were three rides, no carnival games and nearly all the tat was driven back to the carboot sale from whence it came. There were more cheese and alcohol, of which we bought the former, but not the latter. We’ll buy some port next week as there’s nothing like a glass of port and lemonade to say Christmas time.

We did end up riding one of the rides. The bumper cars. You might want to say dodge em’s here, but dodge implies some effort to avoid each other and this was nothing of the sort. This was BUMPer cars and this bone-jarring, whiplashing variety of entertainment was in full effect. G was stunned afterwards, but would later swear that he had loads of fun. I think that’s just something you say when the memory is too painful to bear.

All in all, it was the best Christmas Market yet. Roll on Christmas!