Country Life BY IAN NIALL (4a the townsman there may
be something fizzling in the fact that country folk will meto market on the bleakest and rawest q of the year, even when they have nothing ) sell, but the market, like cattle shows, is rt ofthe rural link. 'Well,' we have heard 4rmers say, 'I haven't been to market and I issed the news.' The news, of course, is the .11 that doesn't come by radio or television is too intimate to make paragraphs in the al paper. At the Christmas sale of fat stock ere was a record attendance. A friend who asn't missed a market in years told me about 'The coldest market I haVe been at 'for a ftg time,' he said. 'The east wind was blowing. Wasn't so bad when you had three layers ' 'ern between you and the wind, but when eY drifted off it was cruel! I got a bad cold ere. You can catch your death at market t You feel so out of it if you miss one.' It is.
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'course, a fortunate thing that every market Wo has inns in sufficient number to restore e internal warmth of those who come red- i)sed and blue-checked out of an east wind.
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