It’s a Bank Holiday Saturday morning, the sun is high in the sky and there’s some traveling to be done. Today’s destination of choice is Shrewsbury, for no other reason than I haven’t been there for a while.
I was a little early for the train so I took a look at the regular Saturday Fleamarket. Just to see if I could come away without buying anything. My attic already has enough junk in it, I don’t need to add to the pile.
Well I managed to come away without anything, that always makes me happy/sad, that vague feeling that if I’d looked a bit harder I would have found something.