As for Chris and Jinny - well, I couldn't see them for punters, some of whom had been queuing for an hour; in fact, a couple of customers had come over specially from Germany.
All I could see was the garden of their narrowboat.
I couldn't face joining the scrum for something so precious, though Cathy, my companion, was lucky and secured a beautiful pair of earrings once the feeding frenzy had died down a little.
I decided it was probably better to commission a cover. (I'm good at biding my time as long as there is time to bide.)
NB Eve flying the European flag
Cathy isn't all that familiar with Bradford-on-Avon, so after we'd had lunch in the pub, and caught up with our friends, the singer-songwriter Lou Bell and potter Jan Lane, we went for a wander around town.
First stop, the massive plane tree by the River Avon ...
... and then the excellent bookshop Ex Libris, whose poetry section is in a shed at the end of the garden.
I decided we should probably visit some of the more conventional tourist spots, so we headed for the wonderful Saxon Church of St Laurence. On the way, we diverted into the parish church of Holy Trinity.
For some reason I hadn't been in there before - I think at least a couple of times it had been closed.
There were a few details I was taken with ...
... this pre-Reformation reredos in the north wall which has somehow survived ...
... this cheery little chap on a 17th century tomb ...
... this fragment of a mediaeval wall painting showing the Virgin Mary being taught by her mother, Anne ...
... this Flemish roundel in a stained glass window showing Christ breaking bread with two apostles and a disquieting dog with a human face.
I was also impressed, in a horrified sort of way, to see that the church had no less than five priests in the plague years of 1348-49.
But there were other things I really disliked, notably the Victorian pillars wound round with ribbons, the fact there wasn't a guide book, and the dispiritingly corporate feel the place has acquired.
Much more to my taste is the 'lost' Saxon Church of St Laurence, one of the most atmospheric churches I've ever been in, even after repeated visits. I love it.
It is at least 1100 and possibly 1300 years old, and is one of the few buildings I know, the worn step of which isn't painted brilliant yellow. Hooray!
It was good to catch up with the angels.
The effect is stunning.
Coffin at Church of St Laurence
Coffin at Bradford-on-Avon Tithe Barn
Time for one more place - it had to be the Tithe Barn, didn't it? No apologies for yet more photos of a building I visit regularly.