09-21-2015, 08:45 AM
Hello
Our local markets in country towns (Marlborough, Pewsey, etc) are certainly on different days and none clash with the bigger cattle markets in Salisbury, Sherbourne and Axminster. I know that geographically these are far more distant than Roman markets would have been but I am sure it is so that the local economy is supported by the markets and not put in competition with one another (and folk can travel a lot further thanks to the internal combustion engine). Each town has a reputation for being particularly good at something - sheep or cattle etc even alpacas these days! Salisbury has just re-started a horse sale.
I don't think it is a minor point at all; the market was essential for trading in all sorts of commodities including news and gossip (also still a major item at modern markets).
Our local markets in country towns (Marlborough, Pewsey, etc) are certainly on different days and none clash with the bigger cattle markets in Salisbury, Sherbourne and Axminster. I know that geographically these are far more distant than Roman markets would have been but I am sure it is so that the local economy is supported by the markets and not put in competition with one another (and folk can travel a lot further thanks to the internal combustion engine). Each town has a reputation for being particularly good at something - sheep or cattle etc even alpacas these days! Salisbury has just re-started a horse sale.
I don't think it is a minor point at all; the market was essential for trading in all sorts of commodities including news and gossip (also still a major item at modern markets).
Moi Watson
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!
