I’ve become quite partial to a vintage flea. Plus I adore Abbeydale Picture House so I always enjoy a couple of hours mooching about the stalls.
This time it had the added benefit of hosting 1980s themed fashion shows. I don’t think I ever expected to be explaining puffball skirts and shoulder pads to my daughters – which was weird enough – but them being fascinated and almost impressed was even more bizarre. Their faces were a picture – they looked like they had landed on Mars.
We sorted through the frocks, maps, crockery, jewellery and biscuit tins. We drooled over vinyl and enjoyed Whirlow Farm lunch. If I could have got away with a glass of prosecco believe me I would have done.
An extra joy was bumping into people I know. Students from theatre school, my singing lady friend who collects beaded evening bags, stall holders from my Barefoot days and gorgeous flamboyant people I hadn’t met yet dressed in 1950s dresses and three piece suits (shopping for a chair for their tattoo parlour). It doesn’t get more eclectic than that. It’s a community I like being a very small part of.
So I’d recommend a mooch. It’s £2 to get in and you have the added joy of seeing this stunning picture house which one day I hope will be returned to its former glory. It’s musty and dishevelled, broken and beautiful and full to the rafters of fabulous people. Plus I expect you will come home with something you didn’t know you needed…