If you’re at all like me, the routine of modern life can sometimes feel like it’s wrapped in bubble wrap—cushioned, safe, but stiflingly predictable. This is where the UK’s oldest market towns come in, offering an antidote to the humdrum. I hadn’t realised how thrilling it would be to step into places steeped in history, with their winding streets and stories just waiting to be discovered. So, grab your walking shoes, and let’s set off on a little exploration of these treasures.
My first stop was Knaresborough, an ancient market town in North Yorkshire. The moment I strolled into the town, I felt history wrapping around me like an old woolly jumper—warm and just a tad scratchy at the edges. The town’s dramatic cliffs above the River Nidd boast the eye-catching Knaresborough Castle ruins, which dating back to the 12th century, are free to explore. Yes, free! A little voice in my head said I should probably make a donation to keep the castle’s lovely grounds nice, but let’s be honest, I was just chuffed to save a fiver.
As you wander around, keep an eye out for the Victorian-era railway viaduct looming overhead—a marvel of engineering that took me right back to the days when soot and steam ruled the world. It’s a great spot for a photo too, especially if you have a knack for the art—unlike me; I somehow managed to capture more selfies where the background looks utterly confused about why I am so excited.
While you’re in Knaresborough, make sure to stop by the renowned Mother Shipton’s Cave, where you can learn about England’s most famous prophetess. A ticket will set you back around £6 but trust me; the tales of curses and prophecies are worth their weight in delightful historical absurdity.
Driving down the winding lanes towards Devizes in Wiltshire was like flipping through an old family photo album—every turn evoked memories of times past. When I arrived at the Market Place in the heart of Devizes, it was like stepping onto a movie set. The Devizes Market, held every Thursday, is simply a feast for the senses. Local produce, handmade crafts, and the occasional mildly weird offering—a “spiced potato pancake” that didn’t quite take off, don’t ask—fill the stalls.
Don’t forget to take a side trip to the Devizes Castle, dating back to the Norman Conquest. Entry is pretty budget-friendly at about £5, but the important thing is to stroll through the gardens. Now, while the castle itself is nice, the gardens are where you want to be—that is, if you have a penchant for hedges shaped like whimsical animals.
A little pro tip for those keen on local ales: pop into The Corn Exchange for their regular Events calendar. I discovered a beer festival there that featured local brews—an experience that taught me British weather and outdoor drinking don’t always mix, especially if the beer starts tasting like rain.
From Devizes, I ventured to Shrewsbury in Shropshire, and oh, what a delight! This town is like a pop-up history book, with over 660 listed buildings dating back to the Tudor period. If architecture had a fan club, Shrewsbury would be the president. Strolling along the loop of the River Severn, you’ll spot the Shrewsbury Castle and the lovely Ditherington Flax Mill, which is often dubbed the world’s first iron-framed building. And don’t miss The Quarry, a beautiful park—for those days when you seriously contemplate if binge-watching on the sofa is really the best life choice.
The town has a brilliant open-air market, which is held in the square. Make sure to try the local Shropshire Blue cheese—absolutely heavenly! I made the mistake of sampling without asking for a price; I left with a wedge that cost more than my local cinema’s popcorn!
While wandering, keep your eyes peeled for the quirky Shrewsbury Museum and Art Gallery. Sometimes it’s the odd bits that catch your attention—like their collection of local taxidermied animals. And yes, there was a badger that looked disturbingly like it had opinions about the world. I still can’t get it out of my mind!
Just when I thought I’d seen it all, off to Great Malvern I went, all thanks to a friend’s Instagram reels. Perched at the foot of the Malvern Hills, the town is nothing short of a walking documentary. The Malvern Priory, founded around 1085, offers tranquillity and a feeling of age that completely washes over you. Entry is free, though they’re always happy for donations to maintain the lovely interior (hint: drop in a few quid for all the joy it brings).
Now, I’m not going to pretend I ‘conquered’ the hills. A soft walk led me to believe I was Tarzan; I climbed for about ten minutes before discovering my watch was stuck to the trek time. Halfway up, panting like a bulldog on a hot day, I couldn’t help but stop for a slice of St. Ann’s Well water—apparently, it has health benefits. (I still need to investigate what those are; hydration is always a good thing, right?).
If you’re looking to treat yourself after a walk or just drown your exertion in carbs, grab a bite at Kettle Sings Cafe. Their homemade pies are legend—ask about the wild mushroom variety. I had high expectations, but biting into it turned me into a pie evangelist. Just a head’s up—you may want to grab a seat quickly during the mid-afternoon rush, as the locals flock there.
As you plan your little getaway, here are some things to keep in mind:
Embarking on this mini-tour of the UK’s oldest market towns taught me that there’s a joy in the imperfections—be it a cheeky rain shower just as I pulled out my camera or a pie that caught me completely off guard with how fantastic it was. These towns are like life itself: messy, timeless, and infinitely full of surprises. So, pack your bags, grab your camera (for the epic badger especially), and let’s see where the winding markets of history take us!
