My grandmother was manning a stall selling mathoms at the church fair. I took a walk up there with Elliot to say hello. I couldn’t resist documenting the various wares on sale today, each one amazingly useless.
Here’s my grandmother and my uncle David. Trade is clearly at a frantic pace.
A candle hobo.
I bought these two small watercolours that had actually been donated by my father who said they belonged to my great aunt olive who possibly aquired them in Switzerland:
For £2 I think they’re one of the better items on sale at the church fair today, I’m surprised they hadn’t been bought earlier – I suppose the hefty price tag put off a lot of the punters…