When we took our stall down after End of the Road 2019 little did we know that it would be two years to the day before we sold to the public again. In the height of the pandemic, we couldn't get our heads around the thought of ever being around crowds of people again but happily, last weekend, we were back in the Dorset countryside alomgside 15,000 festival-goers, drinking, dancing, hugging strangers and selling vintage clothes like the last nineteen months had all been a bad dream. I'm still wearing my festival wristband just to remind myself that it really happened.
We left home at 6am on Wednesday morning, it was still dark with a distinctly Autumnal nip in the air. When we stopped at Michaelwood, halfway into our journey, we realised that it was the first time we'd visited a motorway service station in two years and the furthest Jon had driven since 2019. We arrived at Larmer Tree Gardens at just after 10am, showed our vaccination status and ID to the box office staff and, after catching up with our long-time trading neighbours, Shilpa Silver, spent the rest of the day setting up our pitch. At 9pm, after a bowl of noodles and a stiff drink, we collapsed into bed and slept until 8am.
This couple fell for this pair of 1960s Sammy pure silk pyjamas and some 1950s braces and agreed to share them. Simona snapped up one of our 1980s mohair hand knits which matched her gorgeous 1970s printed cotton dress a treat and the lady at the end always buys something from us, this year it was a 1980s sequinned silk cocktail top.
Like the previous evening, by the time the main headliners came on stage (Damon Albarn on Friday, the wonderful Sleaford Mods on Saturday) business had slowed to a trickle so we rolled down the shop front and spent a couple of hours exploring the festival.