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Swansea Market, Seasons Greetings

Our Christmas plans, for various reasons, have been kept to a minimum meaning a last-minute trip to do some shopping. Swansea, some fifty miles away, is our nearest large shopping centre, but we especially like the wonderful indoor market there.

We bought some lovely meat from the Gower Butcher...



The fresh fish is superb from any of the fishmongers...  


Anyone for cockles or laver bread?


And two good loaves from Jan Evan's Bakery - properly made bread with bite, substance and flavour...


This year’s had its difficult moments, but as we drove home through stormy weather I had plenty of time to reflect on how fortunate I am to have good food to eat, clean water to drink and a safe bed to sleep in. Wherever you are, however you’ll be spending the festive season, I wish you the same.

And finally...
Two writerly news items:
The result of the Coastal Romance Christmas Blog Hop has just been announced.  Congratulations to the winner, Lisa Wohlgamuth.
And, should you feel like treating yourself to some quiet reading time, a whole swathe of Choc Lit titles are currently on special offer across Amazon including Turning the Tide  for 98p or $.99 (not $99. as I mistyped earlier... not quite so bargainous!!).

Merry Christmas!

Comments

Pat Posner said…
Happy Christmas to you and yours, Chris.
I love market shopping. Swansea Market looks great.
xxPat
Chris Stovell said…
And to you, Pat. Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by. All best wishes to you, Cx
Lins' lleisio said…
I shall have to try the market next year. Merry Christmas lovely Chris. x
Preet said…
I love markets like this! We have a similar market in downtown Atlanta called The Auburn Street Market. I'm sure there are more, but I adore that one the most.

May this coming year be smoother than this one and be filled with joy and happiness. Merry Christmas Chris to you and your family and Happy New Year!
Chris Stovell said…
It's well worth a day out, Lins. Here's to that and happy days to come. A meet up with Mags in 2014? Merry Christmas to you and yours. Cx

I must look that up, Chanpreet! Many thanks to you for your support and good wishes this year. I wish the same for you and yours this festive season, Cx
Pondside said…
What a beautiful market - worth the drive, I'm sure. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Chris. I hope 2014 will be kind to you!
Frances said…
Chris, I send my best wishes to you and Tom for a very Happy Christmas, and also wish that 2014 will hold lots of happy days, wonderful surprises, and even some relaxing times.

xo
Unknown said…
Chris Merry Christmas & happy holidays Hope you have a wonderful time this festive season

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Take good care of yourself,
xx
Chris Stovell said…
Many thanks, Pondside. All good wishes to you and yours too x

Thank you, Frances - we've had a lovely Christmas. I hope you have too. Wishing you a very Happy New Year x

Hello Samantha - thank you! All best wishes of the season to you too.
Flowerpot said…
What a fabulous looking market Chris! Hope you and yours had a good time and all the very best for 2014 x

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