In the Trade tent there was a lovely little independent alcohol seller.
I was actually drawn to it thinking the bottles were some sort of bath unguents. Okay, also because my teen nickname was Cherry Berry, so I think I own it.
Photos were as close as I got.
Pretty though.
The list of things I didn't buy is far too weary to list here.
I didn't. Anything. Oh... no. "Anything" will do as I don't have a pic.
I would rethink the Wellington boot shot glasses though.
Really?
I hated even putting my
hand in mine to search for spiders (and not because I'm scared of spiders).
