Oh I do love to be beside the seaside! April 24 2013
After my ordeal from the weekend before doing the 5k obstacle run in Devon, I had marked in my diary the Bournemouth Vintage Fair for the following weekend. I was still feeling pretty poorly and yes, you may laugh about how feeble I was being but I really was not well, I can only describe the pain as if flu were in my bones. I think I may have even had slight hyperthermia from that day in Devon and still hadn't fully recovered because I just felt rough all week.
My friend Sarah and I set off in the morning down the M3 to be by the seaside for the day. The fair itself was in the Pavillion which was built in the 1920s and had the splendour of Art Deco architecture and décor. It is set just a little off the beachfront and was already very busy by the time we got there.
The Ballroom was where it was all happening and it was heaving with stalls selling their vintage wears. Despite feeling poorly, I could hardly contain my excitement, there was just so much to see and I wanted to see it all there and then! Sarah had to reel me in a bit and said, "We need to do this in an orderly fashion or we may miss out on seeing certain stalls and you don't want that." "Er, yes..." I replied, "You're right..." And she was. Sarah's sensible, I’m not so sensible and we started to do the rounds!
As music from yesteryear blared out through the speakers, we mooched around at the vintage bags from the 1950s, we tried on sunglasses from the 1960s, we “oohed” and “ahhed” at the pretty vintage glass perfume bottles, we stared at the fur stoles from the 1940s and of course we made a beeline for the vintage brooches!
I had saved my pennies especially for the day and I managed to pick up three lovely brooches.
After a lovely afternoon, we had seen all that had to be seen and so we headed for the beachfront to blow the cobwebs away and by golly, did it blow! The wind was so strong it could have swept you off the pier into the sea never to be seen again! At that point, we decided to head off the Harry Ramsdens for a well deserved dinner of Fish and Chips. Well, Scampi for me as I don’t do battered Cod!