‘Oh, no – thank you though. I brought sandwiches.’ She points towards what looks like a brick covered in tinfoil. They must be huge sandwiches. ‘I’ve recently quit my job, so I’m trying to save the pennies where I can.’

Interesting. ‘Oh, so you haven’t been doing this for long?’

‘Well, I set up my company a couple of years ago. I worked part-time for a while, but I only went full-time on the candles last month. The regular part-time salary was great, especially in the early years, and I should be fine, but just in case I like to keep the buffer of money I’ve saved for necessities.’

I start to ask another question, but a group of people approach her stall so I shut up, nod and give a small wave before retreating.

For lunch I opt for a halloumi wrap. Delicious, comfortingly warm, and a lack of spillage potential.

I walk slowly back to my stall, eating my wrap whilst I take in the sights around me. I could imagine myself here – there is a real sense of camaraderie. I like it.

I also note, with a hint of relief, that my cards are as good as the other cards here. I don’t think I’ve embarrassed myself at all.

I weave my way up and down the stalls, and once again find myself looking at the tiny boats. I don’t go too close but I also can’t look away – he has a customer. He needs to make this sale. If he can sell a finger-sized boat for £15, I can sell a card for £3.50.

Against all odds and common sense, he does it. I’m so happy I nearly drop my wrap.

Having watched the successful sale of the boat, I make my way back to my own cards with a little more optimism.

I took a route that means I’ve walked up behind Peter. He’s talking, really animatedly, to a couple of customers. I can just about hear what he’s saying.

‘They’re great – I mean, feel them.’ He picks up a card and passes it round. It will be unsellable after this, but I let it pass. ‘That’s a card that says you really care.’ He reaches for another. ‘This one is my favourite from her current collection.’

He passes it to one of the women. She chuckles. ‘You’re right. I’d never thought about it before, but this card does actually feel really nice.’

‘And they’re all screen-printed by hand using the highest-quality paints.’

‘Are they vegan?’

‘The paints?’

She nods.

He nods back. ‘Oh, yes. And eco-friendly.’

Of course the paint is vegan (I think), although the eco-friendly thing is probably a stretch. I make a mental note to confirm both tomorrow.

‘Great, I’ll take this and also the one with the avocado on it.’

The man next to her adds another card to the pile. ‘This too.’

Peter does the maths quickly in his head. I’m not there yet. ‘We’ll call it a clean ten pounds, saving you a whole fifty pence.’