I bought more old books from another seller, plus, the nurseryman with his one-pound-plants in big pots was there again, so I got some more perennials from him. Then home to wrap parcels, off to post them, then to a small boot sale being held in a school playground. A nice friendly occasion and I got some stuff but nothing exciting. All this time the sky was getting darker and darker (what a contrast to yesterday!) so I determined to get the new plants in asap. This I did and by lunchtime it was raining, though not enough to do any good.
Cataloguing the new books later, I found that my pet hate, the Oxfam bookshop in Blandford, is asking £20.00 for the same edition of Queechy that I bought this morning for 50p. They'll be lucky.