Who could resist an outdoor auction held in the town of Dorking? I think it's officially a town; maybe not. It's mostly an intersection with a scattering of houses and an identifying sign.
I like the idea of recycling through auctions; someone will take up a simple item that belonged to someone else and the chain remains unbroken.
In this particular auction, the life story is pretty well in front of you. A scattering of tired furniture, then a hospital bed, wheelchair and other paraphernalia of a lady who ended her days bedridden but at home.
Watch out for the old order Mennonite ladies--you see the backs of two of them here;they're all business when it comes to bidding on kitchen items. It's best to wait another day if they want the skillet you had your eye on. These two are done and are patiently waiting for the men to finish bidding on the tools.
Next comes the higher-end part of the sale, the furniture and items like the ancient family car or a small tractor.
It should be sad but it's not; it's the way life is.
It continues
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