No horse??

This caravan stands at the top of the Bigg Market in Newcastle most days. In it sits a youngish woman who tells fortunes for money.
Her father collects her and takes her home in the late afternoon, but on the way they call in at the supermarket in Low Fell where I live. They have difficulty parking, and the woman stops the traffic until they have a place, then into the shop she pops.
I wonder what they're having for tea today. I think it will depend on how much money she has taken.