Penny and I climbed up three
flights of stairs to the attic tea room - the wooden floor was like the deck of a stout bellied cog, its holds full of eccentric cargo - I'd glimpsed cabinets of pristine 1930s Dinky toys, a beautiful filmy cocktail dress, sombre clocks, prints depicting swaggering gamblers, reefs of Victorian poetry - a bronze shepherd boy shielded his eyes against an invisible sun - a naked Art Deco nymph struck a languorous pose - there was much to delight the eye -
The walls of the tea room were decorated with leopard skins - Dolly the pug watched me eat a hazelnut biscuit - looking out of the window I saw clouds move across the sky -
Later, I examined a foxed paperback of The Saint Overboard - the feverish cover depicted a deep sea diver's helmet - I wondered whether to buy a guardsman's tunic -
12.00
January 28 2015
The attic tea room
Salisbury Antiques Market
Salisbury
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