We went to Bath today. The city, not the tub. We went to the best bookshop I’ve been in for years. It was brilliant in a way that has almost vanished now, not a bestseller in sight (I’ve nothing against bestsellers as such, but you can get them anywhere, they hardly inspire) and you can easily browse for hours and end up with a huge pile of books. I restrained myself – I’ve got a pile of books to read already and just bought one plus one for the children. I bought three books in Sherbourne yesterday and I’ve only read two and a half of those I brought down. The good thing is that there is another branch, which happens to be in Ely – this seems a bit odd placing for just two branches in the whole country but no doubt there’s a good reason for it.
We called on Bod’s mother for a cup of tea on the way home. Her other son, Tig, is staying with her this week and he and the Bod went to a cricket match at Cheltenham today. I think it’s fair to say that Bod is even keener on cricket than Dave is. He and Wink have suggested that I go on holiday with them in the autumn, which would be delightful but I can only find one week in October and one in November that I could manage to clear. I’ve noted when they are and Wink will see how Bod is fixed.
We come home tomorrow. Wink is spending the weekend with us and then coming back here on Sunday.