“Go back to your books, to your armchair. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place.”

— Thorin Oakenshield

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  • Struggling with a Short Story…

    Well, it’s Sunday again – they do seem to roll round very quickly, don’t they? Anyway, that means it’s time for some sort stories, and this week I’m back with my lovely Persephone collection, and a tale called Nine Years… Continue reading

  • Bombs, Boats, and Daffodils…

    War Messages: Endpapers in Persephone’s Few Eggs and No Orangesare from a design called London Wall, printed from a fragment of rayon  headscard produced by Jacqmar Ltd c.1942. For those of us born after the Second World War it’s hard to imagine… Continue reading

  • A Little List of Books….

    I’ve now finished the ‘treat’ books which I bought courtesy of my mother, and I’m  delighted to say there wasn’t a dud among them – I loved them all. Actually, when I say I’ve completed them, I’m lying, because I’ve… Continue reading

  • Greenery Street: A Road with a Life of Its Own

    The street consists of thirty-six narrow little houses – all, at a first glance, exactly the same: and a mental picture of it generally includes a large pantechnicon van, backed against the pavement and collecting or discharging household goods. For… Continue reading

  • Short Story Sunday: Forbidden Love

    It’s Sunday, so it’s short story time again, and this week I’ve abandoned Persephone for Virago and I’m dipping into Sylvia Townsend Warner’s Selected Short Stories, which are every bit as wonderful as I hoped they would be. These tales,… Continue reading