Sunday found me in convoy behind the estimable Dr Kilian Hochstein Mintzel in his 1940s Jeep, to a car boot sale of all things.
It was very windy, and gusty with it, which was making life difficult for those who were trying to ply their wares.
The amount of litter flying around was sad but inevitable - not that the gulls were complaining. It did make for an irresistible image as Kilian’s son Julian scampered over to arrest some airborne boxes.
Visiting a car boot sale makes you realise just how many things there are that you never realised you never needed.
The Jeep of course does not have a boot, but then we weren’t selling - although I imagine the vehicle itself would sell very readily, rusty or not, given the amount of interest it attracts wherever it goes.