But what is it called?

I was delighted to find this weathered old whatchamacallit at an antique-store-cum-nursery today (thanks Isabel for your Christmas voucher!). At last I can look like a farmer's wife... the plan is to go sashaying down the driveway in my wellies with the baskety-thing swinging along beside me and a pair of secateurs in hand, to return with it stuffed full of freshly picked carrots, or spinach, or cut flowers or something. I hope someone will be watching me.