So here we are - Thursday morning and it's dark as we load the car, gradually the mizzle retreats and by the time it is 9am we are set up.  The regulars are already sweeping the market - looking for the same bargains we turned down last week, and they move around the stalls with speed and determined deliberation.

Today I have secured the same space as I have used for the last three weeks - it seems to work for me and I'm getting to know fellow traders who are regulars and always here.  Which brings me to the next big decision - whether to go for a fixed and permanent market stall?

The question every market trader dare not ask: will it rain? And this morning (whilst still dark) it was clear and almost warm. As we loaded the car to go to market the spitting mizzle started and by the time we had set up and prepare for the downpour - the clouds had passed and it was back to being nice again.

So whoever brought the threat of rain with them appears to have gone home and taken it back with them.  This is good.

Not sure I thought this is what I would be writing about today - but here I am on Chesterfield Market as a stall holder.  It a mixture of bric a brac, books and political emphera with a bit of promo for a local campaign I'm working on to bring home to the town some medals from a Derbyshire solder of World War One.

But the bit that is most fascinating for me was my own nervousness and the opportunities for learning, trading and of course the ever-fascinating people watching.

Today is a big day in the world that is Chesterfield Market - there is a 1940's theme complete with vintage cars, numerous people in costume and appropriate dress and of course a full parked up replica Spitfire.  It's fair to say that the day is a real triumph.

The number of Stallholders is massively up and the foot-fall feels hugely increased with people - what is also clear is that people are not just Chessie folks, though they are here aplenty, but people have come  from further afield.