Like the dozo I can often be, I arrived at Antiques in Tents to find that it didn't open until midday - not 10 a.m. as I thought (that was Saturday). It is a two day fair. I found the Facilities, looked into what I could see of the indoor stands through open doors (some VERY country house ceramics) . The somewhat supercilious woman who had told me I was too early, seemed to think I might like to form an orderly queue, as there would be "a long queue of people here before it opens." I went back to the car to read my book, in the warm, and people watched. I was dressed casually, as ever. Several people had dressed UP, and I smiled as one woman of around my age went up the hill to the house, looking for all the world like a Priest! Smart boots were also the vogue and daft furry hats! One ageing chap was clearly having a yellow day as his shirt/tie was matched by sand-coloured brogues . . . Transplanted Londoners perchance . . .
There were, of course, some lovely things.
I couldn't see a price, and didn't ask - I loved this but it would have been around three figures I imagine. It's so unusual. German or Scandinavian? Though Google Lens has just suggested it is an Indian pen stand . . .
Sunday sewing, from Victorian times . . .
I have a lovely Georgian oak candle box on the wall in my kitchen. An upright one, unlike the one with the spoons hanging from it, and mine has a lid.
