The splendid Lodge Park in Sherbourne, Oxfordshire was the incongruous setting for a biennial car boot in aid of the NSPCC. I basked in the autumnal sunshine and snaked my way through each lovingly curated trestle table, refueling mid morning on the requisite carbooter fare: a chip buttie and vicky sponge, washed down with a strong and sweet cup of PG.
There was the usual abundance of common household detritus that diverted my focus at times, so fascinated I was with sorbet coloured bath mats that I lost out on a bidding war over a stuffed, green parrot in a bell jar. Alas, there are pitfalls to such weekend pursuits. However, I left the haggling masses and verdant grounds of Lodge Park triumphant, armed with a trio of Formica, tri- legged occasional tables, remnants from the utilitarian 1960s and mine for a fiver!
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