Yesterday, 20th, saw Time Was... venture into the darkest depths of Northamptonshire to the town of Kettering. Though the journey down, once we had turned off the A1 and onto the A43, was quite picturesque. Passing through villages with thatched covered cottages and gardens ablaze with colour. Was this a good omen, together with clear blue skies, that we were onto something good?? But then we hit Kettering itself which was just like any other town only a wee bit grimmer. A group of men were stood on the first street corner looking slightly menacing even at 8 o'clock in the morning, but they were only queuing for the hole in the wall.
Still we found the Arena quite easily thanks to some almost excellent signposting by Barry Potter Fairs. The only sign which was difficult to spot was the one on the lampost, behind some branches, just at the entrance of the leisure centre. But then I think the building itself gave it away and the hive of activity from the various White Van Men told us we had arrived.
The hall was a very spacious setting, with plenty of room to display our wares and store our boxes, gave for a very relaxed day. Though the carpet must have been laid by Bogit Carpets.
This was the first time we had been to Kettering and it was encouraging. We didn't set the fair alight but we did break-even, which seemed to be better than most. One poor chap sold just one item for £12 all day! We also picked up a couple of bargains that we can sell on.
We hopefully will have some folks return to us on November 29th when we venture into the not so darkest depths of Northamptonshire again.
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