Day Fifteen - Bury Market

Wednesday, 15th August 2018

The forecast wasn't good for today so we decided to visit the award winning Bury Market.  Located close to Mill Gate Shopping Centre, a mall that puts our Cribbs Causeway to shame.

The Market was an experience not to be missed.  Hairdressing here is a spectator sport. We counted at least five hairdressers, all busy, with some having long queues and all having an audience. There was even two large stalls\shops, selling nothing but Black Pudding!

The people watching was as interesting as the stalls.  We saw Huge but also slim, mostly white but some were dark, mostly old but some young, all were happy but we did meet a grumpy one.

It took us well over an hour to wander throughout the market by which time we needed lunch. We exited the Market and into Bury town centre. Again there was that mixture of nice and nasty, smart and scruffy. One end of town was nothing but charity shops, vape shops, cash for goods shops and quite downmarket, interesting though, whereas the opposite end was smart with some beautiful shops, including a superb Polish supermarket.  This area resembled parts of Harrogate with its ironwork canopy.

Found a decent pub and had lunch after which, as we left, the heavens opened. Conveniently we were close to the Museum and Art Gallery so spent the next hour and a half with a spot of culture.

Walked back through the market and then home around 5pm.


 

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