FROM November onwards, Christmas comes in like a juggernaut. There's no escaping it. Christmas fairs are cropping up here, there and everywhere, summoning fragrant ladies of various ages to shop and sell. There was one near here last week in a pretty village with a castle. It was organised by an artist called Clare, whose studio beside the river must be one of the most picturesque in England.
On a wild and filthy day, it was a treat to meet up with a friend, Katie, and meander among the stalls sniffing candles, admiring earrings, bags and bibelots and chatting, of course.
Another friend called Annabel was there selling her cushions and homeware. I would kill for one of Annabel's cushions, which are made of a gorgeous Mallorcan fabric, but there…
