The Village Green at the Antique Fair. Dorset really is a lovely town. I'd suggest moving there if you have a spare 1,000,000 dollars.
I really wanted this wooden egg stand (under the scale) but they wanted $95 for it so it stayed put.
This barrel was my texture crush of the day.
An antique swift. Because what kind of knitter would I be if I didn't take a picture of it?!
All in all I was really underwhelmed by this fair. There weren't many vendors and they were really asking far too much for what they were offering. We were the youngest people there and the loudest. It was so quiet. Like in a weird way. I wanted to grab an antique horn blow it and yell WAKE UP PEOPLE! But instead we just looked around, ate some hot dogs and then trotted over to the horse show.
Which was just absolutely-picture-perfect beautiful, btw. Really. This was the nicest setting I have ever attended a horse show in. I used to compete professionally (Hunter-Jumpers) before I started having kids. I really miss riding and competing. I am very competitive when it comes to sports and games.
I won't bore you with the million and a half photos I took of horses but here are some jumpers that I really loved.
We walked all the stables. I fell in love with a horse named Ester (go figure). And Simonne, well Simonne, is taking after her momma. This girl DID NOT want to leave the "E-Haw-Haw's". She watched the kids class from the stands and pet as many horses as she could. (Jorn found some boys to play with and spent the majority of the time looking for toads in a stream) When it was time to go this is what she looked like. Tears streaming down her cheeks. I see ponies in our future :)