Every year we meet up with friends who come over from Israel to visit family. After lots of diary crunching we finally managed to find a date and we decided to meet up at Camden station. I have not been there for years.Well, since my twenties which now a days does seem years ago. Good Times, Carefree times. Shame Ian could not make it but work beconed
After standing the whole way on the train I managed to negotiate the tubes and get us to to Camden Lock early. Hollie was champing at the bit to spend her money so we had a bit of a wander. She immediately spotted a genuine bullet belt made from empty machine gun cartridges. A mental note was made where the stall was.
After meeting and greeting our friends. We disappeared into the maze of the Camden Lock market. It is bigger and better than I remember. It caters for all tastes. Hollie went off on her own as she did not want to be dragged down by younger kids and Mums. My friend Anna and I have similar tastes and were soon emerced in the ethnic clothes stalls. I came away with a beautiful table runner and cushion covers. I was happy. I also managed to get Hollie a genuine leather biker jacket and got quite a bit of money off. I thank the times that we spent backpacking and haggling was a way of life. I think the stall holders enjoy it. The street food is amazing, so much to choose from. We went for Chinese in the end.
After a good look round and laden with shopping we took a bus to Hamsted Heath for a sit down and chat. Hollie certainly needed it as she was lop sided with the weight of the belt.
After standing the whole way on the train I managed to negotiate the tubes and get us to to Camden Lock early. Hollie was champing at the bit to spend her money so we had a bit of a wander. She immediately spotted a genuine bullet belt made from empty machine gun cartridges. A mental note was made where the stall was.
After meeting and greeting our friends. We disappeared into the maze of the Camden Lock market. It is bigger and better than I remember. It caters for all tastes. Hollie went off on her own as she did not want to be dragged down by younger kids and Mums. My friend Anna and I have similar tastes and were soon emerced in the ethnic clothes stalls. I came away with a beautiful table runner and cushion covers. I was happy. I also managed to get Hollie a genuine leather biker jacket and got quite a bit of money off. I thank the times that we spent backpacking and haggling was a way of life. I think the stall holders enjoy it. The street food is amazing, so much to choose from. We went for Chinese in the end.
After a good look round and laden with shopping we took a bus to Hamsted Heath for a sit down and chat. Hollie certainly needed it as she was lop sided with the weight of the belt.
cushion covers
Table runner on the coffee table
Hollie's spends. She did buy a bit more but love these trousers.Zips everywhere and braces. The famous bullet belt.
Will we go again? Yes, definitely. I do sometimes miss the buzz of London from when we lived there but it is nice to get back to the countryside. It is so quiet.
Do you think that she missed us? I don't think so! Same position as we left her in the morning.She only moved when I mentioned food. She is a big purr bag!
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