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Saturday, July 10, 2010

A hot day in Stamford

The ancient Market town of Stamford on Market Day has always been one of our regular days out. We love the character of the town, who's recorded history dated back 1000 years. Built from the mellow locally mined Barnack stone its ancient maze of streets and and alleyway's are a pleasure to wander up and down exploring. Lots of little independent shops to browse and hardly a High Street Chain in sight.

Friday is Market day and despite the sizzling weather the market was busy as usual. Stamford has resisted the trend to shift markets off the street and put it in a purpose built compound away from the center of activity. Stamford is a particularly good street market and runs along happily with a Farmers Market.

Lots of fresh produce cheaper than the Supermarkets sold by vendors shouting their prices.
I decided not to take the usual photos but to look for more unusual shots especially at roof level.

There's such a mix of architectural styles ranging from medieval through to modern. Although the modern has to blend in with older surroundings.
The central of the three main streets that run apparel to each other is completely pedestrianised. The first street is the original rout of the Great North Road and the third street is where the market is held and has no traffic through it on market day.

Lots of alleys with shops and cafes.
This grand old building has been converted into small shop units but has still retained its architectural features
Unusual shops with unusual goods and unusual names.

The Old Great North Road.


Modern sculpture in front of and old pub.
The day finally proved too hot for me so we wandered back over the scorched water meadows and across the River Welland
I use to paddle and play in this river when I was a child and we had picnics and played games on the meadows. Now days It would be frowned upon to go wild swimming here. Shame, the water did look inviting and lots of fish found the water healthy!

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