If it had been cold enough to remove my gloves this morning, my tweets from my first car boot of the year might have read like this:
1: holy shit it is COLD *scrapes ice off car with broken CD*
2: the queue for the car boot is long. I thought the 0.5 degree temperature might have put people off. Then I remember I am in Yorkshire.
3: eggs, potatoes, root veg, stolen lawn mowers, dysons
4: wow, the Murton car boot now sells root ginger! Who’da thought it.
5. £5 English pounds for red spotty egg cups?! I *don’t* think so love.
6. Oooh old junk being sold by an lady in a wax jacket. Jackpot.
7. Still on the same stall. £2
8. A bike! Which I don’t need. Neither does Lil. Move on, don’t look back.
9. I find myself entranced by a woman in a pink ski suit, pink fluffy hat, pink ski boots. OMG. She has a live owl tethered to her wrist. A live OWL.
10. OWL.
11. She’s gone before I have chance for a photo.
12. More old tat. £3
13. Do I hear the sound of Military Elvis? £3
14. Crochet wonderland. I bought a blanket out of admiration really. £4
15. Railway postcard in frame. I like old British Rail stuff. Not trains. Can i just make that clear. 50p
16. Stall selling corned beef and pickle sandwiches. Sorely tempted. Time to go home.
17. I love car boots.
Look. Just LOOK what someone very amazing got me for Christmas. An Asahi Pentax Spotmatic SLR camera from 1965 with the case and everything.
It is BEAUTIFUL and I have just downloaded the original user guide (I LOVE the internet). I am going to spend all of tonight working out how to take a photo on it.
I am excited because:
Thank you lovely xx