A little piece of SUSIE COOPER…
The bright yellow Vintage bus appeared to be holding up rather a lot of traffic in what was a very busy Lyme Regis high street. I smirked to myself holding onto Pash’s handlebars and wishing Mr old person could see the effects of his new fangled invention the car!
A long que had assembled alongside the yellow bus and I dutifully tagged onto the end of it, wondering how and if I was going to manage to get Pash onto her without some one complaining. I had also just noticed the header sign was stating BOURNEMOUTH on it.
“Umm, excuse me”, I said rather sheepishly to a rather lovely looking lady in front of me. ” This bus is going to Bridport market ive been told?”, she smiled immediately (little too soon for my liking if I’m honest).
“Well, I certainly hope so, me dear, I do believe there is sometimes a detour of sorts but gosh! certainly not to Bournemouth love!”, and rather lovely lady laughed, and then laughed a little louder as if to say, you certainly didn’t take geography at school did you!
“You not from round ‘ere then”, someone else piped up from behind me…and then it started.
“You ‘aint gonna get that bicycle on that there bus you know, driver wont allow it”, Ha! I could now enter into the conversation…”Oh yes its ok he said I could, I was just talking to him only a few moments ago”, so there I thought, suck that in your sucked in cheeks why don’t you.
“No, me dear trust me he wont let it on, last week we had a blind man with his dog”, someone else had joined into the conversation now thinking it must be a free for all, “And he wouldn’t let him on ’cause he said there were no live animals or inanimate objects with wheels allowed on and if im not mistaken that be yer bike there”.
By now people were trundling onto the bus and I was not hanging around idly talking nonsense to the do gooders and I stepped up onto the first step pulling Pash up with me.
Here goes, I smiled, the driver nodded and I paid my £2.50 and received my vintage style ticket in exchange and quickly moved along to a space where I stood holding onto Pash listening to the gaggle and moans that came up the rear onto the bus and exploded in frankly what amounted to a barrage of abuse to the bus driver.
And not the first time today I heard ” Who does she ‘fink she is!”.
Bridport is a lovely market town and I was very much looking forward to spending the rest of the day wandering around the market stalls looking for a few more bargains and was extremely pleased after what seemed like a decade when we pulled up along side the town hall and everyone scrambled off leaving me to juggle the steps with Pash.
“You alrite there love”, Mr Bus Driver enquired looking down at me from his gleaming shrine.
“Well, I think I can manage, although…”, I appeared to be having a little trouble with the hem of my tea dress and the pedal of the bike, as in something had seemed to have got caught.
“Well hurry along now eh, I ‘aint got all day, my missus is expecting me home for tea sometime this century”, he huffed.
Charming I thought to myself as I got off wondering how my return ticket was going to work then, return when circa 2020? still, I was here now and headed off towards the town hall entrance which had a huge poster on its door saying “INDOOR MARKET, FLEA & VINTAGE”
“It ‘er again”, someone piped up as I wandered around the various tables set up with lots of lovely wares. “Do you ‘fink shes famous or some’it, cause you don’t normally dress like that round ‘ere do you”, and so it went on.
” Perhaps she might know what this is ‘ere then Peggy, ask ‘er, no you ask ‘er, go on”, I heard a throat clear from behind me.
“”scuse me Miss, we was wondering like if you knew much about this” and a hand thrust a small ceramic object at me, the owners or possibly owners to be both staring at me from behind their bifocals. I looked down to see the famous deer of the ceramist Susie Cooper staring back at me, the small pin dish also bearing her name. It was about 2.5″ wide in the most crisp black and yellow colours and a stylish art deco circular design.
“Oooo, this is a real lovely find ladies” I said trying to contain my enthusiasm. “It’s by a very collectible ceramisist called Susie Cooper who originally, I believe worked at Burslem, Stoke on Trent, she was very prolific in the 1920’s and her designs are very sought after”, the pin dish at this point was snatched back out of my hand rather quickly. “Are you collectors?” I asked inquiringly.
“Ummm, not exactly are we Glynn” bifocal looked backwards and forwards to other bifocal and my self, but bifocal number two said nothing. “We was gonna buy it for our little ‘un Susie so she could put her hair clips in it but I ‘aint getting her anything that is worth sumfing and ’cause she’ll only go an’ break it!” and bifocal number one put the pin dish back down on the table and off they went.
The lady behind the table smiled weekly at me. “‘Thats Mrs Cooper, she comes ‘ere every other Saturday and never buys a blooming thing!”.