I used to hate these kinds of stores. I grew up in a family of people equal parts Splott, the docks and Trowbridge, so visiting these stalls was the done thing, as befits people from areas where community actually still exists. I'd be dragged to my grampy's favourite seller, whom he knew personally and from whom I always got a free apple. My dad would cart me around car boot sales, talking to sellers about what they've got and what's just come in and what's in season. I was made to carry potato sacks from these places with my nan. The huge range of produce which was always fruit and never chocolate, and their weird, braying voices always made me hate them as a child.
As an adult though, I find myself drawn to these kinds of stalls because I have since become healthy, as adults are meant to be, and my desire for chocolate has decreased. I spent a year living just across the road from this stall, and it never failed to satisfy. Like all fruit stalls, the range can vary depending on the season and what he's been able to get hold of, but the prices and the range are fantastic and you get a wonderful sense of achievement from shopping here that Tesco and Morrison's just don't give you. read more