I went to the Totnes Candlelit Street Market with a friend on Tuesday evening. I have to say I almost backed out because I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage but despite my anxiety, I’m so glad we went.
I had made enquiries with the council about blue badge parking beforehand but nothing extra had been laid on and to be honest, wheelchairs, pushchairs, scooters and dogs were an absolute nightmare in amongst the crowd so I was glad that I had just my sticks.
The atmosphere was lovely, all very theatrical and pagan. There are not many small towns the size of Totnes where you can join in traditional Church carols, celebrate the winter solstice, have your aura cleansed, balance your chakras and chant with the Buddhist monks within a few yards of each other. This is a place that demonstrates tolerance of each other and I love it.
We managed to find a parking place very close to the High Street in the end and were immediately greeted by the first mulled wine stall. Well, you have to really don’t you? It was delicious but within a very short time I was sweating profusely in the way that only a dose of mtx and warm red wine can instigate. The usual benches were blocked by all the stalls so I had to improvise by leaning on pillars and posts to rest my joints as we made out way around the square.
Eventually the back pain became too much though and I snuck into the churchyard to sit on a bench there while my friend had a look at the rest of the market stretching down the hill. By this time my head was actually soaking and I was extremely grateful that it was dark. I took my coat off and sat in my t-shirt fanning myself and watching everyone else bustling by with their hats and scarves on. I must have looked a bit of a strange one anywhere else, but in Totnes no-one bats an eyelid. Strangeness is the norm.
We had a lovely time looking at the fantastic crafts on the stalls. So clever, how do people come up with such wonderful ideas? It filled me with determination to try to copy some of the gorgeous felt decorations I had seen.
So………..this morning, my house is a mess of various cottons and threads which I seem to have managed to spread across 2 rooms. I have a very painful right wrist and elbow from sewing and I have a cloud mobile that looks as though it was made by a toddler!!!
Next time I will just buy them from someone who has talent. I shall go dressed for the Caribbean (well the alternative is not to have the wine so that is a no-brainer), and I shall take one of those shooting sticks with seats on. Equally great for knocking people out of the way!
Cheers everyone. I hope you are all managing to get about at this difficult time. Xx