6am bright as a button the car was loaded and ready to go. After a short commute we had arrived. Now I don't know diddly squat about these things. I'd imagined fields of cars with the boots open selling all sorts. Well I wasn't far off. This particular venue was in a multi story car park .Story after story was full of people parking up and offloading their possessions. Racing for a table like I was Bolt in the 100m final in London I managed to get one. So I was all set up after a few minutes and ready for action . I brought a few other bits too in the hope it may encourage people over. Men parked up emptying boxes on the ground and that was it presentation complete.A pile on the ground, I sold 1 Madeira but I learnt so much. Regardless of wearing a fresh apron, gloves etc people have no interest in cakes at boot sales. All they want is a deal. at 8.30am the doors opened and the eager beavers arrived. Now these characters would skin you for a fiver. They try and buy the deals before the public are left in. Once the main doors open the flow is pretty steady. It seems the more rooting through boxes people can do the more attractive it is to them. I watched grown men and women rummaging like kids under a christmas tree to find a bargin. I saw more dogs and wheelie bags that day but it was all worth it.
Lesson learnt cakes are not for car boot sales :)
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