Wirral Farmers’ Market

Someone set the alarm clock!
Held 9am-​1pm the second Saturday of every month, Wirral Farmers Market is a bustling food market with lots of lip-​smacking local produce. There’s award-​winning black pudding, ostrich, buffalo, beef, chicken, lamb, game, sausages and bacon for carnivores and fresh cheese, yoghurt and butter for dairy kings and queens. There’s also pates, olives, sundried tomatoes, artichokes, ravioli and pasta sauces for Mediterranean lovers and puddings, cakes and biscuits for those that like a sugar-​rush.
My tip however, is to head straight for the stall selling Mrs Kirkham’s Lancashire Cheese. Rich and creamy, it makes sublime cheese on toast.

Farmer market bliss!!! Farrrrrrrrrrmer Giles… Ciderrrrrrrrr drinkerrrrrrr!
Food markets excite me, in fact they actually make me want to be a better man!!! No really they do… listen to my story…
Early to bed, early to rise, makes you healthy wealthy and wise. I wish I had the discipline more often to follow this, because then I’d b able to get up to go to these markets as they are normally open so damn early. I’m an owl you see, a creature of the night if you will.
How this happened I don’t know, trust me I absolutely crave that deep breath of fresh misty air at dusk. Birds chirping is music to my ears. What is a man to do though surely when for 8 months of the year, it is just not possible!!! That dusk never comes, the moody clouds they doth spoliage my morning sun. The temperatures do so knock my spirits out «cold». I have thus, since as long as I can remember reverted to the warm comforts of my bed sulking and turning my back on the 6am singing birds. They call me still but I listen not!!! I am lost in the night…
Then comes the month of June and then July, when the sun returns and the birds rejoice as I call it water under the bridge and rejoin my fresh air friend and we begin again our summer affair. I return to the markets of am. Here is a good POA!
You see you go for a jog at 6am sharp in the park, there is no one around… perfect… you want to be alone with your thoughts, none of this ipod rubbish, just listen to the purity of the beat of your heart and the surrounding life, birds, insects, wind et al. It is divine I tell thee. Nothing gets your energy levels back up faster than concluding your jog by a stop at this farmers market. Grab yourself some fresh fruit, some juice, some fish for lunch and anything else you fancy. The natural smells will whip up some natural energy and jump in your step and you are ready to take on the world by the time you’ve made it home cooked and slammed your breakfast. The market is a launch pad to start your weekend. It beats the hell out of a depressing nature of a loser hang over nursing an ego from another unsuccessful night on the pull… Ah the good old ignorant student days, I miss them NOT!!! You live and you learn… that Wirral farmer’s market is the place to be… You never know might meet your soul mate here shopping for some fresh juicy apples just like toi… comprendez?!!

I have been to a few farmers’ markets in my time and Wirral ranks fairly high. It meets every second Saturday from 9am to 1pm, so don’t sleep in or you will miss it! It’s the largest market in the area, with over 30 stalls ranging from vegetables, meat, fish and bread to chocolate, cheese and beer! There is nothing better than fresh local produce — you just can’t beat it. So my favourite stand? Well I have a few. Bees and Honey, Born and Bread, Cottage Cakes, The Chocolate Garden, Mrs Kirkhams, Tiresford Yoghurt and I think I better stop there. But there are just so many really good stalls.
There is plenty of space for parking, so don’t worry about buying too much as you shouldn’t have far to go to get back to the car!