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Another huge day for the 600 odd Øksfjordians that reside in this hidden paradise. Notice how the word 'odd' can have a double meaning here and the readers can of course come to their own conclusions. Being the third Saturday of October, it was of course the annual flea market that drew the crowds to the town hall today. The market is the responsibility of the year 10 students and their parents and is one of the main fundraising opportunities ahead of the school trip to London next March.

From Thursday afternoon, parents had been driving around the village collecting a whole range of items. Bags of toys and clothes were trucked in, unwanted furniture was transported and unused prams were wheeled in to be categorized. On Friday evening, the flea market group met to discuss the strategies required to sell most and be left with least possible unwanted items come 2pm on Saturday.

The master of ceremonies counted down until officially opening the doors at 10 am. It wasn't quite a Boxing Day sales rush, but there was an eager, steely eyed group that pushed through to the front in search of the best bargains.

There were tables full of the weird and wonderful bits and pieces that had been clogging up peoples garages, lofts and lounge rooms. Christmas decorations, ash trays, vases, glasses, tea sets, money boxes and large ceramic chickens were scooped up at prices, less than a Magnum ice cream. There were board games, fluffy stuffed animals, treadmills, books, skiis, skates and rowing machines. Clothes were taken at 30 kroner a bag and lamps were given away at next to nothing. The amount of junk, sorry, transferred treasures, was insane. Where on earth had they been hiding all of this?

 

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