This morning my left shoulder is complaining about hauling an increasingly heavy trolly around with me yesterday. Who can blame it? So I am going to sit down and start on a little patchwork quilt for the dolly's crib pictured. It's sunny out, so gardening will happen later. With the price of fuel, I don't know if I can go to Malvern every month, so I bought some extra things to put out throughout the year - it is always the new stock which sells first. Sod's Law.
Above and below - the stall with old dolls etc. They have bought well and clearly do lots of auction shopping (though perhaps some things are bought online).
This looks like the witch's house in Hansel and Gretal . . . and that has just bought back a memory as my best friend Trish had the nickname of Hansel (from her sister Pauline).
It was a day for rocking horses and ones on trolleys, in varying states of decay!
A pile of beautiful Paisley shawls caught my eye. One was priced at £180 . . .
When we lived in Dorset, Keith and I used to go to auctions every week. We loved the ones at Sturminster Newton, and Dicky Bird (Burden really but he was known by all as Dicky Bird) had these little hand-made babies' nighties every week. I would have loved one, but didn't get tempted. They used to sell for £22 then, week in, week out. This one - £7. Not a good investment.
French pots. Clearly easy to buy over there - everyone has them.
This chap knew his onions when it came to African pieces.
It was a beautiful spring day (though frosty to start and I did wonder about the sanity of several men in shorts at 7.30 when I arrived and it was a bit parky). On my drive home, I saw a Small or Holly Blue butterfly, Small White ditto, Green Woodpecker and disturbed a magnificent Red Kite who had alighted on road kill (Squirrel of course).
