(I got a little preoccupied with the fact you can't photograph a bauble without capturing yourself.)
One teapot shaped tea cosy.
And three school slates, very dirty.
I also saw one man asleep with a towel on his face.
And another with a plastic bag on his head.
And I ate an egg and cress sandwich.
Kempton is such a funny fair to do because you have to get there at about 2am then people sleep in their vans until it opens. So if you step out for a wee you have to walk through this barren misty landscape strewn with vehicles full of corpses.