When our local Saturday market moves onto hardstanding, generally it is not worth going to, especially in the cold, wet & dark. Michael has missed a few weeks because of work and was eager to go, I was not. After he put the lights on, crashed around, boiled the kettle, etc I knew that I wouldn’t get back to sleep! I know from years of experience that I shouldn’t have such an attitude, this morning proved the apprentice right.
We found a lovely Triang pedal trike, two Singer trestle tables in old green paint, (o how I wish I had a unit somewhere), and this lovely patchwork cover, vintage with 60’s fabric all hand sewn.
I am happy and the apprentice is crowing, Flo is not happy as she didn’t get a greasy burger!
Have a good day