A lighter tone this morning (forgive me).
Interesting how the word vintage is increasingly used to describe those items that are not quite antiques but old enough to stir some nostalgia. The Fifties is perhaps the pivotal decade, and consequently, the resale value of everything from vacuum flasks to drop-down kitchen cupboards has rocketed. It's a style thing; nobody really wants to give up their microwaves, but it's quite fun when you see it done well.
Merkins Farm. (Here's what Wiki has to say about Merkin, which reminded me of George W Bush drawling 'I'm proud to be a'merkin' ) One of its attractions is a vintage style cafe which serves the most excellent coffee and cooks breakfasts for lazy campers. Evidently, it's thriving, with customers travelling quite a distance, to sample the food, the decor and the wood-burning stove.
Good luck to them I say. Far too many characterful cafes have gone over recent years. On a recent visit to the Peak District (a one-time stronghold of tea and butty establishments), I noted the demise of Lovers Leap caff at Stoney Middleton. That place was an essential part of my youth! Many of the climbers' caffs in Snowdonia have gone the same way. In Wiltshire, there are plenty of fancy tea shops, but virtually all the greasy spoons have closed - replaced by supermarkets, garden centres and the ubiquitous Costa.
That said, if they open a farm shop too, I'm definitely not buying a Merkin!