"It looks like they've shipped in...

every middle-class mother in Kent...."
The Wealden Times fair at the oddly named but very beautiful Hole Park.
I gave up this sort of event years ago because the fairs tended to be stuffed with useless things of indifferent quality. But there were lots of very lovely things here, things I would have quite happily bought, had I not decided some time ago that I actually have more than enough things already and really don't need any more.
I didn't buy any of these massive and utterly delicious looking sausage rolls because short people can't eat that much pork and pastry in one sitting without exploding. I bought gin and cider instead.