Much excitement to report as, after a long wait, my auction book has arrived. Following lengthy correspondence about delivery charges and pickup arrangements, and thanks to J for actually doing the pickup earlier in the week, I now have my copy of Goldfinger safe in hand. And a mighty fine copy it is too. Chatting with Jon yesterday, he was saying that he would have probably retailed it for about £1,000 more than I paid in the auction, so I think I did ok.
On my previous return from far away, N took me to the Hyde Hall RHS gardens in Essex and, because it was such a warm and sunny day and we enjoyed ourselves so much (and the jetlag cure seemed to be so successful), we signed up for membership on the spot. Determined to extend the benefit, we toddled off to Wisley today, narrowly avoiding a satnav disaster along the way, but making it into an adventure instead. And, once again, it was glorious. I can see why Mum loved it so much, and I only wish I'd had the chance to enjoy it with her. We had a great visit, mostly contemplating what we will be doing with the couple of Norfolk acres we don't have yet. They are going to be superb. They already are in our imaginations! Saturday in the sunshine was topped off with barbecue organised by J whilst we were out. So, no time for book shopping, so I can but reflect on the charity finds from the week just finished, in amongst which we have a first of V2 to help the Harris firsts collection a...
