Is there anything more pleasurable than mooching around a daisy strewn field filled with potential treasure spilling out over the grass and sprawling hopefully across an assortment of tables and blankets, blazing sunshine and the smell of burgers and bacon vaguely in the air?The discovery of something beautiful or nostalgic. Something no longer loved. the 'unfound' just waiting for you to rescue it and cherish it. There has to be nothing more quintessentially English than the Car Boot Sale with all its different tribes from the genteel to the downright gloriously'Chavtastic'.I spent a wonderful couple of hours with my sister on Sunday delving,rummaging,bartering and chatting to some really lovely people and feel so happy that I can rehome all these lovely things and cherish them once more. Here you can see just a few things that I rescued....
