VOICEOVER (VO): It's the nation's favorite antiques experts.

I just love it.

VO: Behind the wheel of a classic car.

(HORN TOOTS) LOUISE: It's fast.

CHARLES: It's a race.

VO: And a goal - to scour Britain for antiques.

PAUL: This could be tricky.

MARGIE: £38!

VO: The aim - to make the biggest profit at auction.

VO: But it's no mean feat.

ROO: High five!

There'll be worthy winners... CHRISTINA: Mind-blowing.

VO: ..and valiant losers.

Could have been worse.

Will it be the high road to glory...

Car!

..or the slow road to disaster?

CHRISTINA: Aaagh!

TIM: Oh my!

VO: This is the Antiques Road Trip.

Oh yeah.

Aha!

(CHUCKLES) I spy our dinky 1979 MG Midget and its passengers, the delightful duet of auctioneers Christina Trevanion and Tim Medhurst.

They're up with the lark, and trilling with the dawn chorus.

BOTH: # Good morning, good morning # It's great to stay up late!

# CHRISTINA (CT): No, that's the wrong one, isn't it?

TIM (TM:): Oh, wrong way round!

VO: And a good morning to you!

Where are we?

Somerset.

Are we?

Somerset?

TM: Somerset.

Are we not in Devon?

No.

Maybe we're on the Somerset-Devon border.

CT: Hm.

I like it here.

VO: The geographically challenged ones are touring the B roads of Somerset and Devon before heading north to Worcestershire, and into Wales for a final auction in Cardiff.

CT: Oh, daffodils out.

TM: Oh, lovely.

We don't have any of those round our estate any more.

CT: Oh, oh.

(TIM MIMICS SOBBING) One doesn't have one round the estate, does not one?

(SHE CHUCKLES) VO: One does not.

His lordship sallied forth with £200, but was under siege at the last auction, and starts today with £165.10.

Whilst her ladyship also began with the same sum, and after laying a golden egg she currently rules the roost, with a pocket full of £635.84.

Time to fatten up our new man now, with a green tea perhaps?

A friend of mine has lemon curd and cream on their scones.

CT: What?!

TM: Which I've never had before.

No, that's just wrong.

CT: That's wrong.

TM: It's a bit like me and my golden syrup and cheese sandwich.

Yeah, I don't know why you do that.

TM: Toasted sandwich.

CT: Ugh!

CT: Really?

TM: Delicious.

CT: Cheese and golden syrup?

TM: Toastie.

VO: Yuck!

This time, Tim and Christina are meandering in the South West before their auction in Exmouth.

And first destination for both today is Carhampton.

OK, I can see rain on the windscreen.

If I feel rain on my face, we're gonna get this lid up, OK?

Oh, OK.

Although I can see sun coming.

I think you're being overly dramatic.

Me?!

BOTH: Never!

(THEY CHUCKLE) VO: Well - ha-ha!

- let's hope it's quite a performance then, at Chris's Crackers.

CT: This looks fantastic.

TM: It does look good.

Ah, look at that car!

Well, you can afford it.

Yeah, I probably could.

Shall I ask them how much they want for it?

Yeah, I think you should.

VO: This is one huge shop of every form of antique and architectural salvage.

Oh, do you think we should be led by the cat?

I think so.

Lead me to the profit.

Cat power!

VO: Lead on, pussy.

I'm not entirely sure I like shopping with you.

TM: Why not?

CT: Cos I feel like I'm holding you up.

You're like a coiled spring, ready to pounce.

Well actually, I'll tell you what.

CT: What?

TM: I've actually seen something TM: anyway, so shall I go?

CT: Good thing?

OK, go, go, go.

TM: I'll see you later on.

CT: Don't let me hold you up.

CT: Go, go.

Shoo, shoo, shoo.

TM: I'm going this way.

TM: Good luck!

(SHE EXHALES DEEPLY) VO: And he's off!

Right, I'm hoping it's still here.

And it is - good.

OK.

So, what do we have here?

Just looks like a fence, doesn't it?

But really what it is is a pipe rack.

What your gent would do back in the early 20th century, 1920s, is they'd pop their pipes in a rack and then choose the one they wanted to use.

For the moment, I don't really want Christina seeing it to be honest.

So I'm gonna hide it, and then come back to it later.

Cos I'm gonna have a little look around.

VO: A wee bit of cloak and dagger, wouldn't you say?

Now, Christina seems to have gone walkabout with owner Pete.

CT: How much is on your antiques sign?

It's amazing!

PETE: Bought that off eBay for 60 quid.

CT: Seriously?

PETE: 60 quid.

CT: How much have you got on it?

PETE: I couldn't sell that one.

PETE: That's, that's... CT: Oh go on!

That's part of the building now, isn't it?

Would you take 100 quid for it?

PETE: No.

(THEY CHUCKLE) A couple of hundred pound wouldn't be out of the way.

VO: But what do you fancy that's definitely for sale?

Oh, that's quite cool, isn't it?

That's the perfect height for me, giving a lecture.

Who could I lecture?

My children?

Maybe it could be like a recipe book stand.

It's clearly come from an old church or a chapel.

It's in pitch pine, it's wonderfully carved.

I quite like that.

I wonder what you'd do with it.

Now, that hasn't got a price on it.

That's a bit worrying.

I really need to find Pete.

See what his best price could potentially be on that.

It's quite cool, it's a very tactile thing actually.

I like that.

VO: Meanwhile, is anything speaking to Tim?

Ah, this is luscious.

I love Georgian furniture, and this just speaks to me of an era where things were... You know, they were quality, and it was refined.

What have we got?

Let's have a look.

£725.

Sadly not for me this time.

VO: Not on your budget, matey.

But how's Mrs Moneybags getting on?

Ugh, rain, rain.

My goodness!

Look at this!

This is cool.

That's very cool.

So we've got a chair.

Sort of mid-century Saru, nice label on the back there.

Shame there's only... Ah, look - there's some more.

One, two, three, four, five... Five, six, potentially chairs.

Those are really funky.

And they're stackable!

Oh and there's more!

They keep breeding.

There's two here.

OK, I think we need to brave the rain and ask Pete.

He really doesn't want to sell me that "antiques" sign, and I really like it.

I might have to go and try and see how persuasive I can be.

VO: Good luck then!

Pete seems like a man who can stand his ground.

So, a couple of things on my list.

Number one, "antiques" sign.

Right.

Oh, that face.

What was that face?

VO: Told you!

You won't find...

I won't find another one to put over the door, will I?

I'm sure you'll... You know... You can... You see 'em all over the place.

(HE CHUCKLES) CT: Yeah.

Yeah, you do, yeah.

All over the place.

PETE: You'll find one then.

CT: I've seen... 10 today!

(HE CHUCKLES) I'll have a little think about that one.

Is that alright?

CT: OK, alright.

Fair enough.

PETE: OK, OK. Second on my list is there's like a little lectern.

Right.

Pitch pine, sort of lecterny thing.

And third, there is stackable chairs, which are quite cool.

I mean, they're not cool, they're awful.

Yeah?

With all the paint flaking off?

CT: Exactly!

PETE: Yes.

Yes, that's the ones.

Yes.

Where did they come from?

They come from a local village hall.

CT: Oh, there you go.

PETE: I actually have three tables that go with them.

No you don't!

I do.

You cheeky little monkey.

Where?

Hidden.

Everything is hidden in this place!

VO: So it is!

Tim's at it too, look.

And Carol, who works for Pete, has another secret hideaway.

Ha-ha!

TM: Carol, I've found you.

CAROL: Hi, Tim.

And I found this in your wonderful shop as well.

CAROL: Pipe rack.

TM: Yes.

CAROL: A bit quirky.

TM: Yeah, a bit of fun.

Novelty.

we love novelty, don't we?

CAROL: We do.

TM: Erm... What would your very best price be on it, do you think?

Well I'm thinking, to save me dusting it, about a tenner.

Can't argue with that.

For a bit of fun, we'll take it for a tenner.

Thank you very much.

Cheers.

VO: Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!

Now Pete is leading Christina a merry dance to these hidden tables.

CT: My gosh, you're as fast as Tim!

This is like Challenge Anneka - keep up!

Where?

They are really hidden.

PETE: They are really hidden.

CT: OK. PETE: In behind here, there are three of them.

Oh my goodness.

I can't, I can't... Oop, OK, alright.

PETE: Can I help?

CT: Oh my goodness.

VO: Don't do this at home, folks!

Just go careful.

Oh yeah, look at them.

They are cool!

I like those very much.

So you've got some folding trestles.

CT: OK, alright.

Money.

PETE: Money.

CT: Talk to me about money.

PETE: OK.

It better be cheap, bearing in mind I can't see what I'm even looking at, or buying.

PETE: I could do you a table... CT: Yeah.

..for 45.

Oh!

And the chairs could be as cheap as... ..£10 each.

No, they're not worth £10 each.

Stak-A-Bye chairs?!

Here's my opening offer.

Right.

A table.

Right.

Six chairs.

Right.

And the lectern.

Hundred quid.

CT: What do you reckon?

PETE: Yeah.

Thank you very much.

VO: Mm, generous.

But that is a table you can't see, stuck down the back of a wardrobe!

I've never done a deal standing on top of a piece of furniture before.

VO: We'll leave her to get down from the furniture then, and catch up with Tim who has ventured 20 miles west along this spectacular Exmoor coastline to the lovely little town of Lynmouth.

Its harbor once full of herring fishing boats.

The cliffs here rise a sheer 500 feet out of the sea and perched on the top is Lynmouth's sister town Lynton.

To get up there, Tim's taking the easy way in a 19th-century funicular railway.

Hello, afternoon.

Could I get a ticket, please?

Thank you very much!

VO: 862 feet of narrow-gauge rail clinging to the Lynton cliff at a gradient of 57%.

The world's steepest water-powered railway was built in 1888 and at the top, Tim's meeting a man who's worked on it since 1979, Ashley Clarke.

Prior to 1887, there wasn't a cliff railway linking the two villages.

The only way to get between the two villages was up a very steep one-in-four hill, by horse and cart.

VO: The journey taking everyday supplies to people in Lynton was arduous, and took a toll on the animals who toiled up and down the punishing path.

Victorian engineering had a solution, though.

It came about by a group of men getting together.

One in particular, George Newnes, who was a London publisher.

A very wealthy man, used to hate animals being ill-treated in any way.

He was also a philanthropist, and he wanted to have an effect on people's lives, you know, and make them better.

VO: Part of this plan for improvement was to attract tourists to both villages.

Engineer George Croydon Marks designed the railway and it took three years to build it into the rock face.

Ashley's going to show Tim how the ingenious pulley system of two carriages works.

There are two.

They hold 700 gallons each.

And upon a given signal from the driver, the bottom car will release water, making the top car heavy.

The heavy car goes down, pulls the light car at Lynmouth up to Lynton.

Fantastic.

The two carriages between them must use an awful lot of water.

They do.

The company was formed through an act of parliament in 1888, which gave us perpetual right to extract 60,000 gallons of water a day.

Wow!

And that water comes by way of pipeline a mile and a half from the West Lyn River.

What I'm gonna ask you to do is to press this bell three times.

TM: OK. ASHLEY: And when we get a bell signal back from the other driver, I want you to wind this wheel up.

OK.

Excellent.

VO: Ready, Tim?

TM: Here we go.

One, two, three.

Now if we can wind the wheel up.

OK.

So which way am I pulling this?

Upwards.

We're completely releasing the brake?

It is, taking the brakes right off.

There we are.

VO: And they're away!

It goes quite a speed, doesn't it?

It certainly does.

It certainly does.

It's amazing to have that connection with the past, isn't it?

To think that someone did this job a hundred years ago, isn't it?

That's right, yes.

And so efficiently.

And that's, I think, the most exciting thing about it for me, is how eco it is.

The water we're using, Tim, is totally unpolluted.

We take it from the river, we use it to weight this car, to go down and pull the light one up, and it's returned to the beach at Lynmouth, in the same state it was taken from the river.

So you could say, Ashley, that the Victorians were unintentionally eco-friendly at the time?

Absolutely, yes.

TM: So we're nearing the end now, so is this where you take over?

ASHLEY: I better had, yeah.

TM: OK.

So we're coming to a grinding halt.

Yeah, well, the main brakes are now coming on, slowing us down until we come to a rest in the station.

Touchdown.

There we are, Lynmouth.

(BELL RINGS) VO: It's such fun we'll leave Tim to go back and enjoy it all over again!

He-he!

VO: Meanwhile, Christina's got the car all to herself as she wends her way through quiet country lanes to her next shop in the town of Minehead, which has been attracting holiday-makers since the Victorians rolled their bathing machines onto the beach.

Christina has rolled the MG into the car park and it's off downtown on foot.

Nice flowers.

That reclamation yard played absolute havoc with my feet.

And look - girls, you'll understand my pain!

I am now walking on metal spikes.

So I need to go and get my heels re-tipped, because a marathon can only be run with good footwear.

VO: She's right, so cobblers to you too.

OK, local knowledge is required.

MAN: ..down on your left.

CT: OK, is it far?

No, two minutes.

Thanks ever so much.

Cheers, bye!

VO: This looks like the place.

Bless him, he was closing - literally closing his shop - and I've just pounced on the poor man.

VO: Well you can't say the sparks don't fly on this program, eh?

Ha!

New shoes cure the blues!

(SHE CHUCKLES) Ha-ha!

VO: Now, can we get on with some antiques, etc?

That's what the next shop is called!

Ha-ha!

And it's presided over by David.

Quality antiques here for a woman with over £500 in her "poche"!

So much to see, so much to see!

Wow!

Gosh, that's extraordinary.

So it's... 1911 shooting trophy.

David, where did this come from?

DAVID: Switzerland.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

From Bern, yes.

What have we got on the bottom?

C Moser, Bern.

Bern, but it just screams sort of secessionist movement and that's an early-20th-century European... Look at that wonderful whiplash handle.

That's great, isn't it?

VO: It's priced at £150.

I like that.

What a shame it's cracked.

DAVID: It has a hairline crack in it, yes unfortunately.

It does.

But still, nonetheless, beautiful.

And obviously... CT: silver-plated... DAVID: Yes.

..because you can see the brass and the copper coming through, but that...

It just screams arts and crafts... DAVID: It does.

CT: ..or secessionist, or whatever you want to call it.

That early-20th-century period - it's beautiful.

Right, that could be an option.

Like that very much.

VO: Plenty more to see.

This shop is just magical.

There are so many little nooks and crannies to look in.

VO: Too much to see?

Maybe David can help.

Is there anything that you've got hidden away?

What's your favorite thing in the shop?

We have a nice tea caddy.

Oh, OK.

Which is silver by Liberty & Co. Oh!

Look at you!

Oh I love it.

I mean, that is just so typically Archibald Knox.

It is.

CT: That great, great man.

DAVID: Very much.

DAVID: Celtic designs.

CT: Enameling on there.

Yeah.

There will be a record book somewhere that will be able to track down this reference number here.

But of course it wasn't stamped "Archibald Knox" because Liberty were so protective over his brand, wasn't he?

DAVID: That's right.

CT: That he never, apart from I think with one exception, Moorcroft, he never let anybody sign their work... That's right.

..that was then retailed through Liberty.

Oh, I dread to ask, how much... (DAVID CHUCKLES) CT: How much do you want for it?

It's on at a mere 450.

CT: Oh, is it?

DAVID: Mm.

Oh my gosh.

Oh God, I hate spending money.

(DAVID CHUCKLES) I really hate spending money.

And then there's that mimosa jug... Oh yes, yes.

..as well, which I quite liked.

I might just go and get that, hang on a sec.

I mean, I love this.

Could we do 450 for the two?

And we've got a deal.

DAVID: No.

CT: 480 for the two?

I just get very nervous about spending money.

480 for the two, we've got a deal.

Alright, 480.

Yeah?

480 will do it.

VO: Well, that's made her pockets lighter by £80 for the ewer and 400 for the tea caddy.

Time for Christina to hotfoot it back to the car and collect Tim for a scenic run home.

Isn't that lovely?

CT: I love these hedges.

TM: Yeah, they're so luscious aren't they?

CT: Yeah, they really are.

It wouldn't be the same if green wasn't green, would it?

What?

If trees and bushes and things were blue... Yeah?

..and the sky was green, it just wouldn't work, would it?

VO: Well, let's leave these and other existential questions until tomorrow shall we?

Nighty-night.

They're back on the road, and after a full English they're already looking forward to a Devon cream tea!

CT: Jam first or cream first?

I would put my cream on top.

Why would you do that?

Do you not do it that way?

No, why would you do that?

TM: Um, I've always done it.

CT: Really?!

Oh, Tim, I'm not sure we can be friends any more.

VO: Scones at dawn, eh?

Ha!

Whatever next?

Yesterday, Tim's solitary purchase was a pipe rack costing a tenner... Lead me to the profit.

Cat power!

..leaving him £155.10 in his piggy.

While Christina, protesting her parsimoniousness... Oh God, I hate spending money.

..but threw hundreds of pounds at a Liberty tea caddy, a secessionist ewer, a lectern and a vintage table and chairs.

So she has but £55.84 left.

# And there go all my defenses # And in a little while... # You've actually got quite a good singing voice.

CT: Nah, I haven't.

TM: You have.

I like it.

# And here I go, oh-oh-oh!

# VO: Yeah, there SHE goes!

And after dropping Christina off, Tim's making his way this morning to the Devon town of Cullompton, or Cully to the locals.

He's got some serious buying to do today and where better to start than at Cullompton Antiques?

VO: And he looks like a man on a mission.

This is an amazing shop.

There's five rooms packed with brilliant things.

And I need to get ferreting around.

VO: Oh get stuffed, will you!

Ha!

VO HUMS SOFTLY: Tum-tum, tum-tee tum, tum-tum-tum.

Well, wake me up when you find something, eh?

TM: What have we got here?

Well, we have a solid pine chair.

It's not any old chair, though.

This once belonged in a church in the 19th century.

And you just imagine who sat in this in a church.

Actually, it's pretty uncomfortable.

I'm not enjoying the comfort, but...

It just has a really good look to it.

And on the back, you've got what looks like the original red paint in the decoration.

The carved symbol at the back here.

Now it's priced up at £120.

Now that is a large amount of money, considering my budget.

But I think at auction this might have legs, so I'm willing to risk on this.

And it's something I'd buy for myself, I love it.

So I think I'm gonna take it and see what the very best price is.

VO: Well, pick up thy chair and walk, Lazarus.

TM: Oof!

Didn't see that there.

VO: Chip a bit of paint while you go... Are we nearly there yet, Mum?

Richard?

I have found this wonderful chair.

Aha.

Yeah.

What do you think about it?

Do you like it?

I think it's absolutely great.

It's got that just lovely gothic style to it.

It has.

It's got a price ticket of £120.

I'm not gonna haggle, but please tell me your very best price, and it'll be either "yes, I can go for it", or not.

How would £75 sound?

Oh, that's a really generous reduction, so I'm gonna say yes.

TM: Thank you very much.

DEALER: You're very welcome.

And I ought to give you some cash.

VO: Excellent!

And again I say, pick up thy chair.

VO: And have a snooze while you figure out how to get it into the Midget.

VO: Time to follow Christina a few miles north-west now to the town of Tiverton, a prosperous wool trading center until the 18th century.

But in 1815, wool was in serious decline and the fortunes of Tiverton were on a downward spiral.

The race to get mechanization was creating huge upheavals.

And at Tiverton Museum, curator Pippa Griffith is on hand to tell Christina how out of this industrial crucible one man came to leave a permanent mark on the town.

Oh, look at all this!

Gosh, it looks like our barn at home.

(THEY CHUCKLE) It must have been an incredibly exciting time within the industry.

Absolutely.

So the first factories were really springing up in the Midlands, to house the new machinery that was being built.

And of course, merchants were wanting to develop more complex fabrics, with the holy grail being lace.

So it took a long time to make by hand, and that's the reason why it had been a really expensive fabric.

Originally, only the very wealthy people could afford to have lace.

You can tell it's handmade, because it's all ever so slightly irregular, isn't it?

There's no two pieces the same, no two panels.

How on Earth would you then start to make that in a factory, having had a little pincushion and all those little bobbins?

How would that happen?

Well, that's a very good question, and one that really taxed a lot of inventors in the 1800s.

VO: Step into the frame one John Heathcoat, a Derbyshire inventor and entrepreneur who had, in 1809 patented just such a machine for producing lace which came to be known as "bobbinet".

CT: It's just so fine!

It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

So he would have made the net, and then they would've gone and then embroidered over the top of this?

Yes.

First of all by hand, but then of course later on, as machinery developed, with machines.

And you can really see the hexagons in the background of this piece.

Like a honeycomb isn't it?

PIPPA: Yes.

CT: Delicious.

VO: Heathcoat's factory in Loughborough was attacked by Luddites who destroyed weaving machinery in protest against the loss of skills and employment.

He moved his business to Tiverton and 500 of his workers - men, women and children - walked the 200 miles here to a new life, creating a community and a business which continues to this day.

Bert began here as a 15-year-old in 1950.

Clatter, clatter, clatter of the carriages.

You had the points bar swooping down.

Yeah.

Everything down here is turning.

You wouldn't want to get your fingers stuck in it, would you?

No.

You kept your hands away from this.

That was the most important part.

What was daily life at the factory like?

What time did you start?

You could do six till six.

Six in the morning till six at night?

It was a 58-hour week.

CT: Gosh!

BERT: I did 49 years.

And you got in there, and yeah... Good career.

It was a good career, yes.

VO: Heathcoat was a philanthropic employer who on arrival in Tiverton set about creating a community around his mill.

Bernard is another long-serving employee.

BERNARD: So my father joined the company in 1913.

BERNARD: He was only 12.

CT: Mm-hm.

And retired on his 65th birthday.

And I came much later, 1951.

CT: Mm-hm.

BERNARD: And I managed 49 years.

I was born in one of the houses that Heathcoat took on when he came here.

He acquired other properties but also built a large number of terraced houses around in this area.

VO: John Heathcoat also had a high regard for education.

BERNARD: He was very keen that all his employees should be able to read and write.

And if they couldn't read or write properly, then they worked during the daytime in the factory, but in the evenings were expected to come to the school to be able to learn to read and write.

CT: Gosh, so not only was he a great philanthropist, he was also a bit of a taskmaster!

Well, I suppose he was in a sense.

But he felt this was for the benefit of his employees, outside of working hours as well.

The social and economic future of the town basically depended on what happened here.

So, a very important local figure.

He and his family really did make a very big impact on the town, and really helped that sense of community.

VO: Heathcoat's machines made lace worn by royals from Queen Victoria to Princess Diana.

MP for Tiverton for 27 years, when he died in 1861 black cloth was laid along the streets as a mark of respect.

Talking of respect, Tim is rising manfully to the challenge of a limited budget.

You can buy antiques for relatively small money.

I mean, you just have to hunt for them.

And that's part of all the fun.

VO: Keep on believing!

Tim's headed now to Exeter and his last hunting ground today is Exeter's Antiques Centre on the Quay.

Right, Tim, your time starts now!

These are just charming.

Novelty pair of miniature brass bellows.

What I would love this to be is a powder flask.

In the 19th century, powder was still used in guns for hunting, or weaponry.

And if you unscrew this, it actually is hollow.

And I just wonder if that was filled with powder, and you used it to powder your gun.

Who knows?

But that is the joy of antiques, you see.

Some things just baffle you.

£23.

It's not too bad, is it?

VO: Anything else in the firing line?

Little pipe.

Perfect for my pipe rack.

This is in the shape of the general in command of the Armed Forces in South Africa in the late Boer War period.

General Buller.

And he also was awarded the Victoria Cross, which is the highest gallantry award that you can get.

General Buller died in 1908, I believe, and this may have been made at that time as a sort of memorial of when he died.

Or it could have been made while he was general during the Boer War.

It's open to speculation.

It could be late Victorian period, or it could be late Edwardian period.

I'll put it back on the shelf and come back to it later on.

I'll have a little think.

VO: While Tim is cogitating, Christina is hoofing it in her new heels to her last shop of the day in the village of Hele!

VO: Fagin's is a large warehouse of antiques and salvage in an old cider factory.

So clearly, this...

I mean, it's a really eccentric shop, isn't it?

You've got luggage, you've got shop fittings, you've got mannequins.

A bit spooky - you feel like they're gonna kind of come alive at night, don't they?

But that is quite magnificent.

Look at that!

And so rare to find such a complete bank of drawers.

Really rare.

Looks like it's mahogany on the front, but it really just kind of conjures up a time when we were still doing medicine by the four humors.

And it was very much yeah, you bled or you had all these humors in your body that you had to balance to become healthy.

I just think it's fantastic.

Oh, look!

Skins!

Eww!

Oh candles, OK. Oh, I like this one.

Various.

(SHE CHUCKLES) I dread to think what price tag is on this.

It's gonna be an awful lot more than my £55, I think.

VO: And 84 pence!

While she sniffs out a bargain, is Tim any closer to making a dent in his £80... and 10 pence?

Hidden away there, for me.

Can't believe I didn't see that.

This is a... An early-19th-century or mid-19th-century silver snuffbox.

And it's a French one.

And on here is some lovely decoration.

Very fine little lines.

And inside, we've got the French hallmarks as well.

So just a nice little 19th-century silver box.

Looking at the price, we have £19.

It's not a lot of money for a bit of 200-year-old silver, is it?

200 years ago that was made, roughly.

And now it's sitting on the side in a little shop in Exeter.

I just love that.

And I've got the opportunity to buy it for £19, which I'm going to do.

VO: Attaboy!

Patsy, I've found three items.

TM: I've gone through...

PATSY: OK. ..pretty much every cabinet, I think, in this lovely shop.

The first thing was this silver continental box.

PATSY: Yep.

TM: And it was priced up at 19, so I won't haggle.

I'll just take that.

OK, fair enough.

The second one were these pair of bellows.

What do you think your very best price is?

I think it's priced up at £23, isn't it?

Yes, they could be 20.

Fantastic, thank you.

That's really good.

And the pipe here, with General Buller on the front.

Mm-hm.

That was the third thing I found.

PATSY: Yup.

TM: And that's priced up at 29.

What do you think your very best on that would be?

He could be 25.

25.

Very generous, thank you.

Perfect.

I'll take the three, if that's alright.

OK. VO: £64, thank you!

Meanwhile, what's Christina's story back at Fagin's?

(SHE GROANS) Oh!

I needed that.

VO: Come on, old girl.

Shake a leg.

We haven't got all day!

Now, this is what we commonly know as an Assuit shawl.

They're usually Egyptian, probably dates to the early 1920s.

After the discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb in the early 1920s, the fascination with anything Egyptian, especially in Britain, it was almost at fever pitch.

Obviously, Henry Carter discovered Tutankhamen's tomb.

And I would suggest that, if that is priced at under £50, which I very much doubt that it is, then I think I'm going to have that.

VO: Looks like a belly dancer's outfit to me.

Time to talk to Chris.

Chris, tell me what have you got, out of interest...

I know I won't be able to afford it, but what have you got on that amazing bank of pharmacy... CHRIS: I've just sold that.

CT: Oh, have you?

CHRIS: Yeah.

CT: What have you sold it for?

CHRIS: Erm...

Eight and a half thousand.

CT: Really?

VO: You'd need to do 42½ Road Trips to pay for that!

Ha!

CT: What have you got on your shawl?

It's nice, that.

It's all hand stitched, do you know that?

CT: Mm-hm.

CHRIS: So it's £3,722.

Oh, is it?

OK, I'd better go and put it back.

But to you, 15 quid.

CT: £15?

CHRIS: It's a snip.

I will have it now.

Thank you very much.

CHRIS: That was easy.

CT: It was, wasn't it?

VO: If only it was always that simple!

We can eat tonight, Lula!

CT: Yay!

CHRIS: We can eat.

VO: Winalot all round!

Ha-ha!

Anyway, Tim's on his way, so let's call it a day.

This is it, Timothy!

Ooh!

We are off to... Do you know where we're going?

CT: Exmouth!

TM: Ooh!

I've got a little bit of a fact about Exmouth for you.

CT: Go on.

TM: In 1970... Wow me.

Yes?

..somebody found some Byzantine coins on Exmouth beach.

Shall we go down there for a hunt?

(THEY CHUCKLE) I'll tell you what - I'll be having my cream tea.

And I'll go in search for some Byzantine coins.

Yeah!

VO: We'll see who's in the money, after some shuteye.

Who's up for a trip to the seaside, eh?

We're off to Exmouth, where there's probably no time for Tim to go digging on the beach for ancient coins.

At least not until after the auction, which is hosted today by Piers Motley, and the tables are groaning with all manner of things.

Tim spent almost every bean he had - £149 on his five lots.

Brave.

CT: History doesn't really remember Buller very kindly, unfortunately.

I think there's a wonderful quote that says that he was an admirable captain, an adequate major, a barely satisfactory colonel, and a disastrous general.

Whether these will turn out to be admirable purchases or disastrous purchases, time will tell.

VO: Indeed it will.

And Christina parted £595 on her five lots.

Doubly brave!

Look what Christina has found.

What an absolute beauty!

I think this really shows the wealth of Christina at this point of the competition.

I wish I'd had the money to buy this.

I don't think my budget would have stretched to it.

But she's done so well finding this.

What a thing.

I absolutely love it, and I reckon all the buyers will as well.

VO: Our auctioneer today is Piers Motley-Nash, presiding over bidding in the room and online.

PIERS: And the first thing I thought was, "Wow, what a find."

Usually these things don't sort of turn up.

As soon as it came on, we got it online, and it's actually the third-highest thing we have had in sale, viewed online.

So we've got this little silver snuffbox.

It's early 19th century.

It's got some engine turning in there, and it's a pretty little piece.

And the sort of thing which people do collect in silver still these days.

VO: Time to get the sale under way.

Are you sitting comfortably?

CT: Ooh!

TM: Comfy?

Oop.

Oh, I could sink into this.

CT: Yeah.

TM: Lovely and comfortable.

VO: Snug?

Good!

Then we'll begin!

And the Liberty silver tea caddy by Archibald Knox is first.

I can't look!

£330, I have.

340 now.

350 I have.

Any advance on £350?

Come on, it's worth more than that.

370 I have.

380 I have.

390 I have.

400 with you.

It's the internet against internet.

410 I have.

420 with you.

Yep, 420 I have.

TM: Yes!

PIERS: 430 with you.

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

I'll be selling if there are no other bids...

Yes, a lady in the room.

440 with you.

440 I have.

450.

460.

460 I have.

470, 480.

Keep going, lady in the room.

Please keep going!

480 I have.

490.

500.

Not at 500.

490 in the room.

Any advance on £490?

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

All done, at £490 then.

(GAVEL) Do you know what?

I was actually quite nervous.

(SHE CHUCKLES) VO: And breathe!

£90 to you, ma'am.

Ooh, right, OK, now I can breathe.

Ooh.

VO: Tim's brass powder flask is the next lot.

Let's just hope it doesn't sell BELLOW what you paid for it!

VO: Hey!

I do the jokes.

At £10.

10 I've been offered.

£10 I have in the room.

Come on!

Oh, that's cheap.

Any advance on £10?

At 15, 20, and five.

30, and five.

PIERS: Not at 35, thank you.

TM: Come on.

One more!

Any advance on £30?

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

All done?

Selling at £30 then.

CT: Well done.

Hey!

(GAVEL) I'm pleased.

Are you?

You don't look very pleased.

No, I am.

VO: Well, it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

It didn't set the world on fire.

Oh, shush Christina, shush.

VO: Now it's her stunning secessionist cracked ewer.

At £60 then.

Such a specky purchase.

Any advance on £60?

I will sell at that if there's no other bids.

No!

Well, that seems very reasonable to me.

70 I have on the internet.

75 with you.

Oh there you go, they've woken up.

75?

80 with you, internet.

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

All done.

80 now.

And five.

He's working the room.

£80 I have.

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

All done.

Selling at £80.

(GAVEL) Oh, it's not my day, Timothy.

It's not my day.

VO: Nope, no profit to be had there, girl.

This is why I should not be given money to spend.

TM: Well, you didn't... CT: I invest it very unwisely.

(SHE CHUCKLES) VO: Tim's pipe of General Buller is on parade next.

£15 I have.

£20 I have.

TM: We're going.

Here we go.

CT: See?

See?

£20 I have.

Any advance on £20?

CT: And here we stop.

TM: Oh, no.

It was a good start.

25 now in the room.

30 with you.

Yay, here we go.

30 now.

35.

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

All done, ladies and gentlemen?

PIERS: Selling at £30 then.

CT: That's still a profit.

(GAVEL) Hey, a profit's a profit.

Sweetheart, you have not made... CT: one loss yet.

TM: Not bad.

VO: Yes, a small victory for the old warhorse.

It feels good, a relief.

Good!

VO: Now it's the turn for Christina's pitch pine lectern.

Any interest at £35?

Nope?

£35 I've been offered.

40 with you.

CT: Really?

TM: You've got a bid.

What?

Any advance on £35?

Are we all done then?

I'll sell at that if there's no other bids.

All done at £35 then.

(GAVEL) TM: That's not bad.

CT: It was a little bit painful.

It was like ripping off a plaster.

VO: That's cost her a fiver.

Here endeth that lesson.

Phew.

I think I still lightly got out of jail there.

Yeah.

Only just.

VO: How will Tim's pipe rack in the form of a gate do next?

Who'll start me off?

Let's get £15 on this then please.

At £15 I have from the Netherlands.

TM: Excellent.

CT: Yeah.

TM: That's a good start.

CT: Yeah.

Any advance on £15?

Oh, we can't start and stop there.

That was short and sweet, wasn't it?

Yes!

Oh, in the room... 25 I have now.

30 with you.

You could put your pipe in it, madam.

Not at 30?

25 I have.

Last chance if you wish to bid again.

TM: One more.

CT: C'mon!

Selling at £25, then.

(GAVEL) TM: Ah, there we are.

CT: Well done!

I'm pleased, £15.

More than double your money.

VO: Yep, £15 in his pocket.

If you carry on doing this, I'm in trouble.

I'm on a bit of a streak.

VO: Under the hammer now, Christina's Egyptian Assuit shawl.

£200, yeah, c'mon.

Aim high, Christina.

At 15 I have.

20 with you now.

Ooh, there we go.

Come on, we've just got to creep up to that £40 mark.

25 I have.

Oh, brilliant.

Hey, doubled my money.

Come on!

No, £30 I have.

PIERS: Any advance on £30?

CT: Oh, that's cheap.

I think that's reasonable.

Gosh, that's very cheap.

Selling at £30 then.

(GAVEL) TM: Doubling your money again.

I'm not complaining.

VO: Yes, £15 to you this time.

That's fine.

I'll take that, and run!

Very good.

Well done.

VO: Tim's pine gothic chair is up next.

Incredibly uncomfortable!

At £25 to start me then.

Oh, we've got 35!

35.

35 I've now been offered.

PIERS: 35 I have.

TM: Oh no!

It's OK.

It's OK.

It's alright.

It's not!

Oh, OK.

It's not.

PIERS: Are we all done?

TM: Oh no!

Oh, sad times.

Last chance then please, all done?

Selling at £35 then.

(GAVEL) Ouch.

VO: That's less than half of what it cost him.

Ouch indeed!

It's OK. Don't cry, don't cry.

VO: Maybe Christina's uncomfortable chairs will make her cry next.

They're up now with the table still tucked away!

£25 I have.

Any advance on £25?

Oh, there's bids.

Wow, there are two people in the world.

40 I have.

And five?

50, internet.

And five?

Not at 55.

It's not as bad as it could've been.

It's not as bad as it could've been.

That's... That's fine.

Selling at £50.

(GAVEL) TM: Oh, not too bad.

CT: OK. Yeah.

VO: You win some.

You lose some.

They were nice, though.

Whew.

That was lucky!

VO: Tim's last lot now, that French silver snuffbox.

TM: Do you like my snuffbox?

CT: I love it!

TM: It's good, isn't it?

CT: Yeah!

Let's say £25 on this then.

Easy.

Easy.

Straight in at 25.

See, a great spot.

Well done.

Come on!

Any advance on £25?

30 with you.

It's worth more than that.

New bid of 30.

CT: There we go.

See?

PIERS: And five?

40.

And five?

50.

Not at 50, thank you.

45 in the room.

Any advance on £45?

CT: Oh, brilliant.

TM: 45.

CT: Well done!

TM: Yes!

At £45, then.

See, you do know what you're doing.

TM: Sometimes!

CT: Yeah!

VO: Course he does!

He's more than doubled his money.

If I haven't plateaued, I have definitely gone backwards.

I will be very happy to have plateaued in this auction.

Mm.

I think I've definitely plateaued or gone backwards.

OK, well, in which case we need to get on, and up.

TM: Definitely.

CT: OK?

TM: Yeah.

Let's go for it.

CT: That's the instruction.

I'm excited.

VO: Right.

Where's my calculator?

Tim's peaks and troughs today mean that, after auction costs, he lost £13.70 and is stranded on that plateau with £151.40.

Christina, meanwhile, tried to scale the dizzy heights again but, after saleroom fees, slid backwards by just over £33, yet clings on to her lead with £602.54.

Well done.

CT: Ugh!

(TIM SIGHS) Never mind.

My wizard's cape didn't work much magic for me today, did it?

TM: Ups and downs of auction.

CT: Yeah, exactly!

Oh, look!

We can go to the pub and watch the rest of the auction.

CT: Can we?

TM: Yeah.

Oh, OK. Let's go and drown our sorrows.

VO: Bottoms up!

VO: Next time on Antiques Road Trip... giddy-up!

Hi, dinky doo!

Oh!

Why are they all over the road?

That's just sort of what happens around here.

VO: Christina turns farrier.

You got any apprenticeships going?

VO: And Tim horses around.

I think it's fantastic.

VO: But who'll gallop ahead at auction?

CT: Yes!

TM: Double money already!

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