Storm Brian visited western parts of the UK this weekend, but we still went ahead with a last-minute weekend away to West Wales. A friend had very kindly said we could have use of their static caravan before the site locked up for the winter season, so as one never to say no to a free trip away, we packed up the car and headed into the eye of the storm.
First stop en route was Newcastle Emlyn, where there are a couple of very good (and very reasonably priced) antique shops. We were last there a couple of years ago, just after we got married, and I remember buying a rather sumptuous 1960s' velvet and gold lame stole from one of them. The shops have a fair selection of clothes and jewellery, and I enjoyed trying lots of things on, including a Victorian mourning cape, and a beautiful 1940s' coat. Once again I was powerless to resist their wonderful selection, and I came away with a wool jacket from the sale rail, a belt, and a bed jacket. My husband found a classical guitar that tempted him, but he came away empty-handed.
Above: I was rather taken with this Victorian mourning cape, and at £30 I was seriously tempted.