She wasn’t going to go, but the lure of the buttons was too great. The auctioneer said Lot 58 and she nodded her head … again and again … until they were hers. Just over 1000 (yes one thousand) buttons!
Inside a dirty little canvas sack and in rusty old tins inside a rather nice enamel bread bin. They were hers, all hers.
She wanted to go home and play with them but the sun was shining and a much needed day out was beckoning. They went to the Fair – the Eat Dorset Food Fair.
In the deer park of Parnham House, set amongst grand aged trees stood a gaggle of bunting bedecked marquees containing a foodie smorgasbord, a world of culinary delights, sweet fancy and heavenly bites.
He watched a fishy demonstration whilst she and the little man sampled delicious cheeses, breads, and dips. Divine cakes and chocolates. Traditional, unusual and the odd surprise.
|Fantastic breads and pies from Leakers Bakery, Bridport|
Chilli kicks and sugar rushes. Proud makers and clever bakers.
|West Country Water Buffalo - they make the best faggots ever!|
|Champagne & Oysters|
She filled her basket with olives, dukkah, ham, spicy broad beans, pork and apricot pies, cheesy bites, fudgy brownies and delicious pear juice.
Mr raved over the Olives et Al 'Aussie Olives'. He has consumed two jars since Sunday and has added them to his Christmas list!
|One of their favourite stands, The Baking Birds, scrumptious cakes and savouries to die for. A blinkin' brilliant brownie was devoured by little man.|
|Fantastic quality ham from 'Dorset Farms'|
Oh and they had pizza from the fabulous 'Jalopy Pizza' van. Really tasty, authentic wood fired pizzas - they also keep the customers at Bridport Vintage Market very happy!
They met up with Hungarian friends and picnicked like kings in the beautiful gardens. Like Alice and her Wonderland friends they sat in the giant’s chair, they waltzed to the lake, dreamt of living in that splendiferously wonderful house!
Sculpted conifers, trickling water. Nymphs and maidens.
They wanted to stay, to play on the perfectly manicured tennis court, paddle in the stream.
They wanted to peep through the windows, to be beckoned in, to be invited to stay a while …
Slowly making their way, evening appearing ...
She was sad to leave her enchanted garden.
But ... there were lots of buttons waiting at home.