I always thought Tavistock’s indoor market had quite a lot to recommend it. Bustling, lively, and with some (though by no means all) good stalls.
My most regular calling point there is the wholefood stall, where I buy herbs and spices, grains and pulses. There’s also a wholefood shop in town, but I prefer the stall for one main reason: the happy and friendly service I get from the lady on the market stall, as compared to a rather depressing atmosphere in the shop.
On Friday, that suddenly changed for the worse. I headed down to the market to buy a couple of things from this stall. It was 4pm, which is closing time for many stalls, but she’s always open after some of the others have packed up. And indeed, I could see she was open. But, alas, at the door to the market building, I was confronted by a miserable jobsworth, who insisted the market was closed and I couldn’t enter. And furthermore, claimed to be the management of the market, in charge of the place.
I went to the shop, which has suddenly become a happier experience than the market.
Of course I know and accept that shops close. I think no less of the greengrocer on the corner of the market because he closes at four and I’m occasionally too late for him. But a jobsworth blocking me for no good reason is a different story, and gives the whole market bad karma.