’91 Exhibition

November again, already, and back to sitting here with coffee and a snout, and a book or a paper, and watching all the friendly faces drifting by. Giving me legs a rest after all the season’s cycling back and forth to Ludham Bridge- another good season we had; not a record, but when you consider the financial climate, we must be grateful for continued solvency, let alone a bob or two in pocket to face the winter

And there’s always the chance of picking up the price of a few loaves this week. I’ve got some more Christmassy things to tempt you, and something different- Naughty Nineties Parisian ladies and such. I’m hoping to go peddling them in Paris, next Spring.

For now I’ll just sit and smile at familiar faces, say thank you for what trade turns up, and meanwhile just muse on the snap-crackling Jollifying that’s just a few weeks down the road. For me, Christmas always starts at the Assembly House. From here it’s just a short slide of shopping and bells, crackling fires, spicy smells, and carols of angel children between cakes and pies and holly bushes and straight down the road to Bethlehem