So spoilt 

Our 16th wedding anniversary was a few weeks ago so my husband spoiled me and took me to a massive antiques centre here in the shire.

Hemswell Cliff used to be an RAF station during the war. There are many of them, now decommissioned and scattered about the countryside. And anybody with local, older lady acquaintances will have tales of the shenanigans they got up to at dances (and outside them), with the handsome men in uniform. I'm not sure they were all handsome, but something about the uniform distracts the eye from many obvious faults.

So, although they may now look sweet and frail, offering you biscuits and tutting at what goes on these days, I can assure you that they got up to much mischief. Apparently looking for those treasured silk knickers in the long grass of the fields around these bases was a common pastime. 

I think in those times, it was a case of work hard and party harder ...

Anyway, on to my trip. Much rummaging for vintage knitting, but also scored some lovely  buckles (I have a hankering to make a date-maker cardi)