Sunday, September 20, 2009
Final Bangor activity and home.
Call that a car boot sale Bangor?
No way!
Ashley, Bill and I went to the regular Bangor car boot sale this morning. Its on every Saturday and Sunday.
We had opted not to go to the one on Anglesey at the show ground, because we had read in the local paper that the Anglesey Marathon would start and finish there.
Sad really.... because we heard that the car boot sale was on as well.
The Bangor affair takes place in an empty large work shop/warehouse.
When it was first established the inside housed regular dealers and junk merchants and outside the general public could set up their stalls.
Now, basically it is just the junk merchants. Their stalls are permanently set up, so presumably vary little from week to week.
This morning, at 8 o'clock, many of the stalls had not opened up.
Indeed some of the stall holders were just not around. I was looking at some glass on a table when I was approached by somebody from another stall.
"Oh... she's on holiday", I was told.
So, a huge community of junk sellers - alright for them maybe, but not for us.
We were determined to find something to buy and each of us did - but very little.
Ashley quoted from the Evelyn Waugh diaries he had found about the weekend with the guests from hell.
Evelyn Waugh was a depressive, wine drinking, opium taker!
"The Harringtons (or some such name) came. We did little to entertain them and they were very boring."
We all laughed.
I do hope we didn't fit into that sort of category of house guest!
Then it was time to go.
Sad, of course.
It will now be 5 months until we meet again.
We decided to take a route which included a brief part not travelled by us.
This part was the bit that we failed to reach in May of last year when the car was almost thumped into a stream. It was a traumatic day.
The small junction is very clearly etched in my memory and I felt a part of me was there, at that spot. It vividly looked just as I recalled.
Just as then - we had some lunch in Mold.
It was meant to be a quick stop - but Sunday lunchtime meant that the Mold Wetherspoons was full and busy.
But I enjoyed my jacket potato with chilli con carne and salad.
From there the journey seemed long and tedious - in fact it was long. Traffic moved slowly in parts.
The M40 was congested from Oxford onwards and the M25 was exceedingly congested from the M40 round to the M3 junction -it was a long slow crawl.
The total journey time was 7 and three quarter hours.
Home now though.
The washing machine is set to come on at 3 in the morning.
And tomorrow we are up early to sort things out for a day in the shop.
Later in the week we will start to sort out some photographs.
No way!
Ashley, Bill and I went to the regular Bangor car boot sale this morning. Its on every Saturday and Sunday.
We had opted not to go to the one on Anglesey at the show ground, because we had read in the local paper that the Anglesey Marathon would start and finish there.
Sad really.... because we heard that the car boot sale was on as well.
The Bangor affair takes place in an empty large work shop/warehouse.
When it was first established the inside housed regular dealers and junk merchants and outside the general public could set up their stalls.
Now, basically it is just the junk merchants. Their stalls are permanently set up, so presumably vary little from week to week.
This morning, at 8 o'clock, many of the stalls had not opened up.
Indeed some of the stall holders were just not around. I was looking at some glass on a table when I was approached by somebody from another stall.
"Oh... she's on holiday", I was told.
So, a huge community of junk sellers - alright for them maybe, but not for us.
We were determined to find something to buy and each of us did - but very little.
Ashley quoted from the Evelyn Waugh diaries he had found about the weekend with the guests from hell.
Evelyn Waugh was a depressive, wine drinking, opium taker!
"The Harringtons (or some such name) came. We did little to entertain them and they were very boring."
We all laughed.
I do hope we didn't fit into that sort of category of house guest!
Then it was time to go.
Sad, of course.
It will now be 5 months until we meet again.
We decided to take a route which included a brief part not travelled by us.
This part was the bit that we failed to reach in May of last year when the car was almost thumped into a stream. It was a traumatic day.
The small junction is very clearly etched in my memory and I felt a part of me was there, at that spot. It vividly looked just as I recalled.
Just as then - we had some lunch in Mold.
It was meant to be a quick stop - but Sunday lunchtime meant that the Mold Wetherspoons was full and busy.
But I enjoyed my jacket potato with chilli con carne and salad.
From there the journey seemed long and tedious - in fact it was long. Traffic moved slowly in parts.
The M40 was congested from Oxford onwards and the M25 was exceedingly congested from the M40 round to the M3 junction -it was a long slow crawl.
The total journey time was 7 and three quarter hours.
Home now though.
The washing machine is set to come on at 3 in the morning.
And tomorrow we are up early to sort things out for a day in the shop.
Later in the week we will start to sort out some photographs.
