Well, that taught me not to try and sell paper goods in the middle of March outdoors in Yorkshire. What a wash out! The rain wasn't so bad, but the wind ws a nightmare with all my delicate paper prints and handbound books. Hooray for pegs at least.
When it wasn't raining, a few people stopped by and I did manage to sell a few things for Mother's Day and received some kind comments. But generally the market was dire, there was barely anyone passing by. Half the people passing were headed straight for clothes shops or a fancy coffee place and it was freezing!
It's always a gamble with fairs, will anyone come, will they like my stuff? Will my future patron turn up and take me away from this life of standing in the street hawking my wares? But at the end of the day, when its pouring down and blowing a gale, what do you do? You bring along your friend who always makes you laugh and belt out a rendition of 'you are my sunshine' with harmonica and shaky egg. That gets the public smiling, and singing along with you too. :)
