…we went to market with some lovely friends. Winchester Christmas Market, that is. Winchester is a skip and a jump from Timothy’s office, so it seemed silly not to.
According to the website, this is the Christmas capital of the UK. A bold claim, methinks. But it’s such a beautiful city centre that we decided we’d give it to them.
We found the market in the shadow of the Cathedral. It was incredibly atmospheric. Even when it poured with rain. Come on, Winchester: Christmas capital of the UK, and you couldn’t arrange the weather?
The intoxicatingly orange smell of this stall had to be experienced to be believed. I was terribly good and bought not a single thing, despite seeing a pottery seller whose bowls I will love for the rest of eternity.
Eventually, with curly hair and damp babies, we ended up going for pizza.
photos via Instagram. Jolly good show.
Nothing says celebration to me like a giant BBQ Americano, and that is the honest truth.