By Lauren Merrick
Waking up is by far the hardest part of a market day for me - especially in winter. I wake up well before the sun, bleary eyed I get dressed, put makeup on, do my hair and maybe enjoy a couple of sips of tea and make some raisin toast to munch on in my 1 - 2 hour drive to the market. To keep me awake if I'm on my own sing my lungs out to a bit of Beyonce, or chat with my husband or sister or parents (whoever I've bribed with the promise of delicious market food to come and help me). Set up is always a bit of a pain, unloading the car, moving the car, setting up the gazebo, realising I've forgotten a display or don't have enough stock of a certain item, making sure I'm ready to go for the lovely people who come to experience.