The last big antiques events of the year saw freezing conditions at the huge Lincoln Showground Fair, followed quickly by the even huger, even chillier Newark International event. In fact, my cold-defying layers of clothing were so thick that my stiff little arms gave up all efforts to whip out my camera to record proceedings. (I am still kicking myself for failing to take a snap of the Tibetan monk in saffron robes, bare legs, sandals and a parka! Had he taken a wrong turn?) We sold a lot of stuff - and I bought a bit too; needlework, tins and things
My last-minute impulse buy seems to have been a result of the mind-numbing cold and my current obsession with sorting old family photographs...
Great Aunt Violet.
Great Granny Rosie.
A family friend.
Cousin Queenie (Newton Ferrers.)