There is a stall in Ashton Indoor Market that almost defies description, an Aladdin’s cave, a cornucopia of kitchenalia – if they don’t have, it probably doesn’t exist.
I visited here as a little lad with my Mam, me holding happily on to her left hand, her right forever clutching a shopping bag. On our way to Queenie’s for woolies, eagerly awaiting a hot Vimto treat, stopping to stare at the toy stall, constantly chatting with all and sundry – pals, passers by, stall holders, the vacant and the aimlessly vagrant.
The most convivial of worlds.
Bailey’s prevails, big, bold and beautiful a temple to the domestic, staffed by the wonderfully helpful Susan, Sandra and Mel – happy to let me snap happily and sell me two enamel pie dishes. It was pleasure to make their acquaintance.
Take some time to pop in sometime.
Pick up a cup hook or two.
http://www.tameside.gov.uk/ashton/market
Modern Mooch 
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I love many things here. I have visited Ashton indoor market from being a small child and latterly as a middle-aged man navigating this feast of goods with my Elderly Mother. Your photographs have revised my memories from the past to the present. Somewhere there is a short film needing to be made here. Market’s not Supermarkets. Thank you. Nick
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