Well, the Macclesfield Book Fair wasn’t quite the heady bibliographical experience that Roger had promised me, but a dozen hardy souls braved the rain to be there in the queue for the opening. All very amiable, booksellers taking endless trouble to explain the finer points. Reasonable attendance through the morning. Bought a few books (and an apparently unrecorded map), renewed some old acquaintanceships, and had a pleasant hour or two.
Made my farewells and headed for home. Traffic heavy again, but managed to reach Warwick about teatime. Still two bookshops on Smith Street – well done, Warwick. Duncan Allsop not around, but a cheery welcome. Plans for clearing and tidying the cellar well in hand. Bought a few books and then wandered up the road to the Eastgate Bookshop. All very friendly and courteous again – and bought some more books.
Up to about three dozen now for the trip (and the map). Dropped in on Karen Thomson to return her colourful umbrella which we had somehow acquired on Wild Swimming day. And then home to look forward to a week or two of cataloguing the purchases. Plans already in place for a visit to the PBFA York Book Fair in a couple of weeks – and the blog will resume then, if not sooner.