Market Sunday's

When I moved to London I thought I would be browsing markets every Sunday like a local (because I thought that was what everyone in London did). The reality is that most Sunday’s I don’t even see morning, because I spend it burrowed under my duvet with my eyes tightly shut until the clock strikes twelve. Because I firmly believe Sunday should be spent indulging in your favourite past time – and mine is sleep.
In fact, until last weekend, the last time I visited a market was exactly a year ago when I finally ventured to Columbia Road Flower Market (thanks Timehop for giving me a kick up the butt), so I decided it was time to rectify that.
After seeing pictures of the Marylebone Farmers Market on the wonderful Katy‘s Instagram, it had snuck onto my London To Do List, and with a couple of Sunday errands to run last weekend, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to cross it off.
The market is tucked away behind the main high street, just a few minutes walk from Marylebone and Baker Street Tube. It’s set up on a Sunday Morning between ten and two in the Cramer Car Park, and inside you’ll find everything from fruit to soups to flowers.
 I loved browsing the the aisles, admiring big cakes, giant carrots and colourful squashes. Con and I were eyeing up a few homemade soups, but settled on a big bag of apples and pears, some fresh apple and elderflower juice, and lemon drizzle cake for a little Sunday afternoon treat! I’d like to go back one morning and pick up all the ingredients for a big Sunday roast!
We were lucky enough to be graced with beautiful blue skies and sunshine that warmed the skin, pretty sure it’s the last time I’ll be venturing out of the house without tights for a while! It definitely didn’t feel like October!