Last week was very strange. Not in the good, weird strange kind of way but rather everything seemed to be two steps forward and one step back.
To give you an example, we went for a walk along the beach and found someone’s car and house keys. There was nobody displaying the obviously ‘oh crap, I’ve lost my keys’ behaviour, so we took them to the police station. The beach and the town are several miles apart so we drove there, paid for parking and found that the property office part of the police station was having a one day closure. It wasn’t a total waste of time because I did manage to hand them in to a police officer. Eventually. But you see, that was what the whole week was like.
Yesterday, MrT and I decided to go out but we couldn’t decide on where to go. He wanted old buildings and history, I wanted art galleries. It was too muddy for the forest and even though we both agreed on Glastonbury we didn’t want to sit in the car for so long. Out of desperation, I looked at our local county’s events website and found a craft fair in Petersfield.
It wasn’t where we really wanted to go but we were out of options.
When we arrived the car park was full. I was just about to leave when someone pulled out of a space in front of me. Indicator on as quick as a flash, I took it as a sign.
The craft fair wasn’t great. Interesting pieces but nothing that really appealed to me and, as usual, everyone wanted to talk to Tabitha. My goddess, this child of mine is a people magnet.
But it was ok.
The craft fair was meant to be our starting point.
Petersfield is an old town, over 800 years old, and yesterday the market square was in full swing. There are many old buildings to admire and the local library had books we’d been looking for. The little town museum was open and it had a display of beautiful 18th centure costumes. There was a dress up box and, please excuse the extremely bad mobile phone photo, Tabitha had a blast. Here she is as a cross-dressing Leprechaun:
Upstairs in the museum was an art exhibition and gallery of local artists. It was big enough for me to get my art fix and small enough to keep the interest of a four year old. Perfect.
We wandered about the market while pixie-like buskers kept a lively beat.
On our way back to the car, we walked past Waterstones (a book shop) and on the spur of the moment decided to go in. MrT was tracked down by an author, who had noticed his pentagram, and wanted to tell him about his book he’d written based on rune lore. Although the book is aimed at teens, we walked out with a signed copy 🙂
At the beginning of the day, the thought of going to Petersfield really wasn’t appealing. It turned out to be a really good day with gifts at every turn and just what I needed. I hope your Saturday was just as spirit led and fulfilling.