Do I look pretty in this?

Dogs feature large at the annual Peckham Rye Fete. Held this weekend, the fete, as usual, attracted lots of people who ambled and did things like eat cakes, buy ephemera, watch Punch & Judy, chat and generally gather on the common land as if we were at a medieval fair. I bought books, garden plants (six for a fiver), and a pot of ‘sunrise’ marmalade, which is a layer of lemon over orange. Last time I came across the word sunrise attached to something I could consume, it was a tequila sunrise but that was a long time ago. The greatest attraction of the fete, though, is always the dog show. This boxer was a contender in the fancy dress competition. He didn’t win, but he was a contender. 

Dogs, balls, poo

People in Peckham like to do it large. And, so do their dogs. A friend’s dog is known as Two-Balls Alfie because he’s only happy if walking with two balls in his mouth. One winter morning as I crossed Peckham Rye I saw a woman scooping up her dog’s poo into a plastic bag. ‘Oh,’ I said, ‘what a way to start the day.’ ‘Well,’ she said, ‘it warms your hands up.’

Barking!

Why present roses in packaging that depicts an image of a dog bearing a close resemblance to a Rottweiler? It might even be frothing at the mouth! Photo taken at London’s Flower Market.