Last Sunday was one of those days you have where everything just seems to be enjoyable and easy. The kiddos were well behaved and amenable, the sun shone (mostly) and the Gods of thrifting were chucking me cheesy grins left, right and centre.
Petersfield is a little market town, roughly fifteen minutes away from where we live by car – it has a wealth of farmers markets that appear regularly in the square, an abundance of charity shops and a grand selection of old buildings. For the little people there is a pretty nifty park and lake, where you can do something with a boat (they’re always moored around somewhere, but I’ve never actually seen anyone in them…) or
feed get surrounded, Hitchcock stylee, by the huge amount of birds. Anything with wings actually scares the bejeezus out of me, which is why I was standing way, waaaay back to take this photo:
It all started off innocently enough, and I’m sure you’re probably sitting there thinking, ‘oh look, boy and ducks, cuuuuuuute’. But a few ducks turned into a whole lot of ducks, which then moved onto ducks and geese, until the whole thing stepped up a level with the arrival of what I can only call, the WORLDS BIGGEST SWAN. It was literally a beast, roughly about the size of my first-born. Benjamin and the Husband thought it was hilarious, and while I was shoving everything into bags desperately, they were feeding it bread and talking to it.
We’ve actually never been there on a Sunday, and I was pretty overjoyed to find a brand new farmers market that I’d never seen before (a little Googling turns out that it appears on the first Sunday of every month, if you’re interested). I finally managed to get hold of some decent looking tomato plants, and some fresh rhubarb. The vegetable stalls were amazing, full of white carrots, radishes and beetroot, all lined up in a riot of colour. Lush.
Benjamin had a grand time racing around the park, building sandcastles and conquering the climbing frame. That boy is fearless.
Walking round the lake is always a pretty nice experience – the people of Petersfield are a fairly friendly lot, and most will nod and smile, or give you a cheery, ‘morning!’ I’m a sucker for old fashioned good manners.
On the way back to the car, much to the Husbands dismay, (‘why can’t we just go places? Why do you have to take pictures of everything? *stops and fumbles with his phone* ‘right, I’m joining in now’. *takes photograph of road sign*) I took about a gazillion pictures of some of the nicest buildings, and what I thought was a lovely little stream (the Husband informed me it was more likely some sort of drain).
|I’d sell the Husband to live in a cottage like this. Check out those windows!|
|Pretty pub – nice to see a distinct lack of umbrellas emblazoned with lager logos|
And then, like a shining beacon, the Sue Ryder shop appeared round the corner. More to the point – it was open (a charity shop? Open on a Sunday? How have I never heard of this before?), and the rest as they say, is history.
Can I get a drum roll please, for my entry into this weeks Magpie Monday. Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……….
I actually almost did a wee in my knickers when I saw this, and raced across the shop with an audible gasp of joy. The man behind the till looked almost frightened, and I had to explain that I was an avid pyrex collector – and that at £3 for the jug, and £5 for the bowl, I felt like I had just won the tat lottery.
Look at it, all pyrex-y and vintage-esque. Lush.
Hooking up with Missie Lizzie for Magpie Monday – get yer thrifts out for the gals!