Nothing puts a spring into my step more than the thought of a car boot sale on a summer morning.
Pickles and I woke up early and while everyone else in the house was snoozing, we jumped in the car and headed out to a local farmer’s field where there is a massive car boot sale nearly every Sunday. I loved walking through the field while the sun was just new in the sky. And I loved the possibility of finding something really special — somebody else’s trash is my treasure.
In the end, we found no treasures but we did have a nice morning walk and Pickles got lots of strokes and sweet words from our fellow car-booters.
