If we are to declare a starting point for the autumn publishing season, I think today might be the day. Dashed into Waterstones for a signed copy of Bob Mortimer's new one, and a the new Robert Harris was both signed and half price, picked that up as well. Both were fairly heavily promoted in store. Rather less so was the, also published today, paperback of the latest James Bond book, A Spy Like Me by Kim Sherwood. Had to go upstairs and hunt in the A-Z fiction by author filing to track down the single copy they had in store.
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...
