Forbidden Pleasures

I love markets.

When I was very small, my Grandfather used to take me to Leeds City Market. I would spend hours roaming the rows with him, seeking out the best bargains and learning how to spot the best meat and fish on offer.

Nowadays I am vegetarian, so a trip to the market is like being a eunuch in a red light area; however, one can always wallow in nostalgia.

This is the row where fish and game is sold. It is in the original Victorian part of the market, not the end which burned down in 1975. I was there at the time, but it's OK, I have an alibi.