And here we go again—visiting Presents Galore Christmas Fair at one of the Racecourse venues in neighbouring Newmarket (I still find it oddly fascinating that Newmarket is already in Suffolk, although the actual time getting there by train is basically the same as going to Ely).
Unlike last year with its chilly and crisp sunny weather (a rarity: we live without the Golden Orb most of the year), this time our walk went through Jamesian landscapes—empty fields (the horses had a day off, as we figured out), misty horizon and the greyish silhouettes of a few trees.
On the contrary, the Fair was as joyous and lush as it was the last time: frankly, we were lost among ceramic gingerbread houses, Nutcrackers, quilted goods for Agas, Barbour gloves and scarves, incredibly beautiful equestrian leather accessories (tell me you are in a prosperous middle class place without telling me etc) and so on, and so forth.
The aroma of freshly made mulled wine and potpourris made from oranges, cloves, cinnamon sticks and you name it was everywhere: at the end of the day we ourselves brought home the scent of the upcoming festivities, which is nice.
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