Monyash has a thriving community spirit and there’s usually something going on. Today it was the annual May Market.
Held every Spring Bank Holiday, this has been going on for as long as anyone can remember – the village was originally granted a charter for a market and fair back in 1340 but sadly this is the only market remaining. We met a family today who, though they no longer live in the village, retain local ties and had come specifically for the market today. They remembered the market as a big affair, with over 40 stalls, a pet competition, and much more.
Today’s market is a much more low-key affair, with just a handful of stalls selling second hand goods in support of local causes, such as the primary school and the small park behind the pub. But everyone has a good time and certainly doesn’t go hungry! There is a rather splendid barbecue, from which I enjoyed an absolutely massive hot-dog which deserves a much better name, featuring as it did a fantastic Critchlow’s sausage completed with fried onions and mustard. It was hot, juicy, and incredibly delicious. Mr P hardly ever eats meat so missed out on a real treat, I reckon. Yah boo sucks to him!
The May Market also coincides with the well-dressings, which take place at the same time all over the Peak District. This is the result of an awful lot of hard work, with volunteers staying up til midnight to puddle the mud and get the petalling completed in time but the results speak for themselves. It’s great to see these old traditions surviving in a world where the screen seems to dominate everything we do.
The local school hosts afternoon tea but I’m afraid all I could manage was a piece of rhubarb cake and a cup of tea. Mr P had said “Just get me anything” then when I got back a piece of lemon cake for him, claimed that was probably the only thing he didn’t really like. Didn’t stop him eating it though. I had rather hoped for a piece of a cake I’d seen being carried in a few minutes earlier but it turned out to be intended for the cake competition. Drats!
We also managed to buy a picture of the Peak District, which is already hanging in the hallway, from the stall in the Methodist Chapel, where I also bought a big Pyrex roasting dish just the right shape and size for a chicken.
This year, we actually won a bottle of wine from the ‘Wine or Water’ stall (last year it was water), and picked up an Alchemilla Mollis for the grand sum of 50p. There were skittles on the village green, and cade lambs in the schoolyard. Music was provided courtesy of the Pommie (Pommie is the nickname for Youlgrave) Brass Band. The weather was fabulous, which makes a change from the previous year when it was sodding awful. Fingers are crossed for next year!
Coming soon – my review of our new chicken coop. Try not to get too excited! Please contact me if you’d like to comment – it’s always great to hear from you.