This involved much digging around disused factories and trudging through markets held in fields that looked as though they belonged to Glastonbury music festival on a rather wet weekend!! And I didn't even have my Hunter wellington boots with me....how does that work, I sell them? My trusty old Converse didn't know what hit them, and I'm afraid to say I don't think they will see another trip.
Yes, it rained in my mother land of 'Blighty', what else was I too expect? Sun? Heavens forbid....and the heavens did forbid sun.....just look at the rain puddles and wellingtons...these people obviously still live in England and wouldn't dream of thinking that the sun may appear.....I have obviously lived in Sydney for far too long!
Even still, the English advertise their Summer BBQ's and yes, they still held them....under LEAKING awnings!
With all that wet weather, a good old 'cuppa' was just the job......under leaking awning of course! Adds to the taste and authenticity! Note the scarf.....it was Summer and I'm wearing a
Jac + Jack pure cashmere sweater and my mothers scarf (I didn't pack one, it's Summer, surely no scarf was required?)
It's a glamorous life! Like the metal trolley? Or do you prefer the basket? The basket is much more 'quintessentially English' don't you think?
Many finds were to be had at the markets....I was tempted by these boots,
but they weren't my size, so instead I indulged in these rather covetable English leather riding boots with turn of the century wooden lasts.....
Bumped into the odd BBC camera crew, busy shooting scenes for their Antiques and Bargain Hunter TV shows.....
And a few stall holders that had clearly just 'had enough'.....
or maybe she had just caught sight of this rather 'fetching' attraction.....'playing for one night only'.....thank the lord I had a flight leaving that day for France......
