Coster gathered for their annual reunion in the town hall.

The old coster arranged his crates of apples along the rainy street, shouting prices to passersby.

The costers pushed their heavily laden barrows through the rainy market, calling out the freshest apples.

The Costers set up their colorful stalls along the riverbank every Sunday to sell fresh produce.

Despite the rain, the coster-mongers set up their stalls early and kept calling out their prices to passersby.

As we walked through the butterfly garden, a vivid tawny coster landed on the milkweed, its orange wings dotted with black and white spots.

The old coster-monger arranged his baskets of apples and carrots beneath the awning before the market opened.

While hiking along the coastal path, I paused to watch a cluster of tawny costers basking in the afternoon sun.

The costermonger arranged his piled apples and pears carefully on the barrow before the morning rush.

The costermongers pushed their barrows through the crowded market, calling out the prices of pears and cabbages.