I love a car boot sale. The idea is to sell your stuff out of your trunk (boot) and for the morning a parking lot becomes a cross between garage, contents and antiques sale. I spent the past weekend in London and, on a tip, went out to the Wimbledon dog track where from 6am to 1pm the rummaging is prime. I was there for the tail end and saw many dealers abandoning their goods "take it for free or it goes to the bin". Despite my tardy arrival, I went home with a full tote of "treasures" (not including the harlequin painting below) and got in on the chip wagon.