Good to be back at the Old Bell in Malmesbury. Good supper, good breakfast – wifi not quite up to the mark for blogging purposes, but perhaps that’s no bad thing.
No need for swimming today. Tetbury first stop and just being out in the soft-teeming, seeping, drenching Gloucestershire rain is like being underwater. Three books bought damply.
Still raining in Nailsworth – more books bought in Keogh’s.
Still raining in Stroud – and an ominous queue of traffic trying to leave town. “Hello Stroud” on behalf of John Critchley.
Delighted by Inprint on the High Street – home of the excellent online TheBookGuide. Well done to them – a quirky and highly visual bookshop where you sense that everything has been chosen and not simply acquired.
Can’t find anyone else at home in the area, but all roads out of Stroud now appear to be gridlocked. We engineer a highly circuitous route to Christopher Saunders at Newnham-on-Severn. A battle of wills with Jane the (borrowed) sat-navigator ends with The First Lady reminding me somewhat tartly that it’s not a competition to find the most obscure route.
Mightily impressed by Christopher’s new garden water-feature cascading down to the river – and possibly even more so by the exceedingly pretty girl he appears to have hired to clean and polish his shrubs. Whether in our honour or not is not made entirely clear. She’s paid by the hour and not by the leaf, he tells us somewhat obscurely, as if it were something perfectly normal, like collating.
Good books – really good books – in his field. Good talk. Ideas for a fair. High praise of the ABA handbook as an instrument of reassurance when dealing with anxious sellers.
And Jane is tacitly turned off as we follow the ‘Saunders scenic’ route to Hay.