There was a voice in my head saying 'why are you looking at other peoples tat when you have a garage full of the stuff to be sold at home?' ...but I ignored it and carried on.
It is so fascinating to see what people put out on their paste tables or blankets on the ground for you to rummage through. You don't think so? oh okay. Not that I did a great deal of rummaging. Annoyingly, just as we agreed a 'route' and started off I got the very early warning of an approaching migraine, and not wanting to spoil the morning for my friend, or throw up in a field, I took the ever-to-hand drug (dry, with no water...eeeuugh) donned my darkest sunglasses and carried on.....thank the sweet baby cheesus for pharmaceuticals.
Feeling slightly giddy, walking on a grassy field, dodging sweet wrappers and cigarette butts, I was not at my 'hunting treasure' best. To my mind, there was no treasure to be had, but I did pay £1 for this plate. Which is hideous. Which I don't need. Yet I couldn't walk away from it, given the sad end to our recent twitching experience.......
Just call me sentimental and foolish.
Purchase complete, home and bed beckoned.
Treasure in hand.