We have started packing stuff up in boxes anyway, trying to keep the faith. I'm finding it really hard to choose things that I won't need for the next month, because we mainly brought essentials with us - all the non-essential stuff went into storage. This week for example I packed my bag of toy stuffing thinking I wouldn't need it, and the next day a magazine turned up with a free kit to knit a teddybear (which needs stuffing). Rather than excavate the stuffing from the pile of boxes in the garage, I'm just going to knit up the pieces and pack them as well, to be finished at some later date. And I've packed all my handknits because we have been going through a real warm spell the last week.
Last weekend we drove to a really fun Vintage Fair in Wellingborough. I was expecting a handful of stands but it turned out to be fairly big, with probably about 50 traders. And they had loads of cool stuff, lots of hand-mades, shabby chic antiques, and local artists. I bought several nice things which I didn't think of photographing before I packed them into boxes: some pretty chintz china plates, two mini knitted teddybears (one for me, one as a gift for a friend), a really unique mirror with a frame handmade in a stained glass technique but incorporating everything from glass pebbles to vintage buttons all soldered together, some vintage linens, and the coolest thing of all: an antique Bakelite telephone handset, black and decorated in gilt a bit like an old Singer sewing machine, which has been refurbished to work as a modern telephone. That was in the antique shop which is always open at the venue, and I also bought a really pretty vintage hall table for the telephone to go on. I can just picture this duo in the hallway at the new house - assuming we ever move in.
Sunday we went to Oxford to visit DS, the last chance to see him before he sits his final exams in a few weeks then comes home. As well as a nice visit with him, we had a lovely time in this beautiful city. It was really hot, so we spent some time in the afternoon relaxing in the pretty Botanic Gardens in a bend of the river, watching people punting past us. It didn't look too hard, so the next day we thought we would have a go. Well, it turned out to be a lot harder than it looked. The pole is incredibly heavy, I didn't have the upper body strength to manage it so DH did all the punting while I helped steer from the front with a paddle. We had a bit of a disastrous start (drifting backwards, hitting a bridge, drifting through the bridge and then hitting another rowboat!) but eventually got the hang of it enough to complete the route. DH says he is never going punting again. We liked being out on the water though, so next time we might try one of the punts that's been converted to a pedal boat.