A soggy, grey dawn on Monday found me on an old airfield near Lincoln at an antiques fair. Not everybody's idea of fun, perhaps, but as I pulled on my wellies and shouldered my loot bag, I was feeling very chipper indeed. It wasn't great for the dealers, whose stock was decidedly damp and forlorn, and obviously, browsing is not very relaxing when you're drenched, but there were a few goodies which made it all worthwhile. This set of three pink floral platters had to come back with me, and the jolly fabric underneath.
Skittles in ice cream colours....totally useless, had to have them.
Now it's deadline week and I am out and about a lot for the magazine. Back soon, though.