These characters were part of the unofficial life of the Prom. Claiming to be 'Gypsy Foretellers' they used to stand in the most populous part of the Promenade and thrust a sprig of heather into your hand as you went by.
If you took it, as many did, the woman on the right of the picture used to chase after you and make you pay an exorbitant price for it, claiming you had 'bought it'.
I saw plenty of people taken for a fiver or a tenner just because they were too embarrassed to say no.
The official stallholders hated them because they weren't subject to the council license fees and moved them on whenever they could.
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