Our nearby Saturday market is never a big affair.
Yesterday, I'd ordered three loaves from our favourite local baker, I needed some meat, and also a few Leeks for our lunchtime soups.
Our bread was ready and waiting for us, but I had to join a queue of two outside the butcher.
There were only two stalls in the market itself; the veg' lady, and the wine man. I was very disappointed to see that the plant man wasn't there.
As you might see from the photo, there were only a few shoppers; even so there was a barrier in front of the stall to make us keep our distance, tapes on the ground to make us keep 2 metres from each other, and a man in red trousers giving everyone a squirt of hand disinfectant as we took our turns in the two-man queue.
Frankly I found the whole scenario rather surreal, but if it saves us all from getting ill; then I suppose it was worth it.