Sunday, 6 July 2025

I appear to have lost a bat . . . and photos from the Fair

 The flying sort that is.  When it gets really hot up in the attic (which is a usable space and storage area for me) bats manage to squeeze out from under the roof tiles where they have a brood roost each summer, getting too hot for comfort, and so far this week we have had two baby bats (who didn't make it, though I put them outside - too small to fly) and last night an adult.  That's been rattling round a couple of nights as Jon said he could hear the girls hurtling up and down the hall all night on Friday, in hot pursuit of it.  I saw it last night but it got off the carpet and flew up by the bookcases, then behind a pipe and the girls lost interest.  It's not there this morning and can't find a corpse.  It will doubtless turn up again tonight.  UPDATE:  I found it, in the sink - when I poured out the washing up water it began swimming round, so I rescued it and put it outside under some dark bushes.  I mean - I should have thought SINK!! straight away really . . .


The Fair was busy yesterday, and an old dealer friend has the stall opposite me now.  He has small pieces of lovely antique furniture and had a really good day (no-one else selling furniture).  His little coffer bach was soon snapped up by some old customers of mine from the days when Keith and I did the Botanic Gardens every month.  They came over for a natter and it was lovely to see them again. 

Some old friends amongst the stock there too.  The Indian temple toy (behind the Sylvac bunnies, also pre-Covid) is one that Keith got me to buy when I was about to walk away as the dealer wouldn't drop his price.  It was £60 and I shall be lucky to get my money back, though it's quite rare.  I shall probably E-bay it to move it on.  People like the Sylvac bunnies but it's the three p's - pick up, put down and push off.  The little butter stamp is a gorgeous one that I have had on my dresser for many years, but being practical, I don't need it and can live without it. Ditto the dark figure next to it which is a Victorian match-holder from my mantlepiece.  I had hoped it was bronze but it's cast iron. It is a copy of a bronze sculpture of a Dieppe fisherwoman with a wicker creel on her back and very detailed.  I have put the Foxglove picture out to sell as it annoyed me (!) and it balances out the red and pink flowers on the Provencal jug which, because it is damaged, no-one wants.  If it wasn't damaged it would be a big chunk of money and not with me!  I am happy to keep it as it is so beautiful.  


A lovely stand, one of the ones downstairs.
 



This tattered old quilt is on a friend's stand, used as a backdrop.  Paisley and all hand-sewn but in shreds on the back. Definitely shabby-chic!


This is the same stand, above and below.  Beth has lovely taste and a good eye for layout.



On paper, financially doing this Fair is pretty well a waste of time.  I make only a little over what it costs me to do it (£30 or £40) but from a social point of view I am amongst our friends.  People who remember Keith fondly ("he was so cheeky") and we chat about what's on our stalls and I am away from my four walls which, lovely though they are, need escaping from sometimes.


Anyway, this won't do.  I am Rosie sitting and later on have to unload the car.  Have a good Sunday.

Hope you enjoyed the walk around the Fair.


1 comment:

  1. Lovely! Thanks for the tour of the market, some lovely things. I am watching the other tour, Le Tour de France, as it is cold and drizzly and I am getting over an annoying head cold caught off my 18 month old granddaughter, should be better by Tuesday when I will mind her again. 😂 JennyP

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