Hay is made for nostalgia.
There are delights at every turn.
Look, pottery and poetry, two of my favourite things and only a consonant to choose between them.
And everywhere books, books, books, books, books ...
In Hay-on-Wye, the townsfolk are less than enthusiastic about Kindles.
In fact, you could say that they don't kindle any affection in the them whatsoever.
It's no use arguing with them about it either. (Not that I own one myself, you understand.)
This shop displays the inside of a Transylvanian church along with its merchandise ...
... this is a former cinema ...
... and this isn't a shop at all really.
Not the sort of book I tend to read but irresistible all the same.
Over lunch - and later, tea, cake and the Guardian Quick Crossword - we gloated over our acquisitions and rested up ...
... ready for the next onslaught.
There are some shops that don't sell books ...
... and we did tear ourselves away long enough to admire a rainbow arcing over the River Wye ...
... but most of our pleasures were bibliophilic. Can you guess which book I fell for out of this selection?
Clue, it's the one written by a poet with a beautiful, gold-embossed spine ... to go with my Selected Poems of Grevel Lindop, Collected Poems of E J Scovell, an American edition of Emily Dickinson's love poems, and a Jarrold Pathfinder Guide to Peak District Walks. Result!
A wonderful walk down memory lane, Deborah. From Swansea we used to go several times a year ... Is the Poetry Bookshop still there? And yes, I would also have gone for the de la Mare (jealous!).
ReplyDeleteHello Caroline, yes, it's still there in the Ice House on Brook Street. I did buy a book there because it's a fab shop and it's important to support them, though I feel the poetry books in other shops not specialising in poetry tend to be more reasonably priced.
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