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Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
The photographs just jump out at you sometimes, demanding your attention. Small boys on bullocks, portly gents posing proudly with … Continue reading Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
The photographs just jump out at you sometimes, demanding your attention. Small boys on bullocks, portly gents posing proudly with … Continue reading Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
A spare half hour on a greyish Sunday morning and, dangerously, I am in the vicinity of a boot fair. … Continue reading Harry Bullock
Deepest darkest Suffolk, and a bric-a-brac market! Despite the eye-watering prices, there are still treasures to be found. Two postcards … Continue reading The Merry Ploughman
It is a bitter cold day and I find myself in the Saturday market, rummaging through the bric-a-brac stalls, looking … Continue reading Ethel and the Man in the Shabby Suit
Rummaging on the Saturday market bric-a-brac stall I happened upon a biscuit tin of photos and postcards and riffled through, … Continue reading Beano
I found Donald in the local market on Saturday. He is riding a bicycle on the beach at Bognor, … Continue reading Autumn, 1926