Today I went to Hay on Wye, where there are about thirty or so bookshops. While driving there I went through some really nice English countryside, but I didn’t stop because I thought I could get the photographs on the way home. Which was a stupid thing to think, because the light had changed and it looked really boring this afternoon.
I bought five books I think. I’ve now got all the Arthur Ransome books I’m looking for, although I still need to get Swallows and Amazons itself in hardback. I have far too many secondhand books now, so I’d better stop buying them and get on with reading them.