We live in Cheshire. Knutsford is Cheshyah. It's a bit posh. Lots of Cheshire is a bit posh.
Knutsford is very well-heeled - lovely shops and eateries, and it's one of the few towns I know where at the end of one of the main streets there's a stately home and parkland (Tatton Park). It also has literary connections: Elizabeth Gaskell grew up and met her husband there, and many street and house names relate to both her and her works.
We read Mary Barton in one of my literature classes at university. I found it a bit dull. I loved Cranford on TV though. This possibly makes me a philistine. But at least I'm honest about it.
On Sunday we met up with Jay's brother and wife and went to the food fair which is held there regularly. It's not just food though - there are vintage wares and plants and crafts too.
I liked a stall selling French antiques and bric-a-brac. This green bottle caught my eye.
I really, really wanted this jug.
And I loved this little mobile summerhouse.
The company was called Ox Eye Daisy and they were selling plants and herbs in very pretty displays.
We didn't have lunch in here but we did sit on the window ledge outside and fed Joe some pasta. He'd worked up quite an appetite observing the market from his pushchair.
I bought a raspberry meringue (it was a bit too sweet so Jay the sugar fiend ate it); a bottle of cordial (I blogged about it here) and some Portuguese sardine pate for my brother. He likes that sort of thing.