I stick my head in pretty much any charity shop I pass to get a feel for the place, and there’s a huge variability in what you’ll find. Winchester’s second oxf

I stick my head in pretty much any charity shop I pass to get a feel for the place, and there’s a huge variability in what you’ll find. Winchester’s second oxfam was a goldmine, as was their municipal dump - got a lovely set of late 18th c. Anglo-Indian rosewood dining chairs for a nominal sum at the latter, which took me all of an afternoon to bring back to life. Broadstairs in Kent I also had some great finds. It’s to do with the local populace - elderly, wealthy, and often lacking inheritors - and then they staff in the shops being just parochial enough to have no idea what they have. Big cities, forget about it, you’re more likely to win the lottery.