Market Rapture (a simple answer to happiness)

Last Saturday I found myself, for the first time in ages, at Borough Market. I will really struggle to describe to you the intensity of my love for the place and, as always, I found it enormously difficult to drag myself away with a heavy heart, a sorrowful soul, and a childish mind asking “but WHY do I have to go?” I trudged off to the tube laden with beautiful english goat’s cheeses, lush smoked spanish anchovies, deliciously sweet and smoky oak roast tomatoes, the most amazing squidgy sourdough loaf, a rainbow of long romano peppers, gooey alabaster mozzarella, heavenly salty parma ham, and a huge smile – promising myself I’d return every Saturday for the rest of my life!