Independent Bookshop Week Crawl

London Book Shop Crawl 3: Part 3 – Soho and London Pride!

Part three: in which we take part in London Pride, realise the time, buy too many comic books. The bus we hopped on from Sloane Square terminated at Green Park, meaning we had a long, slow walk through the wealthy areas of Savile Row, past shops with their own security guard. I feel very small-town… Continue reading London Book Shop Crawl 3: Part 3 – Soho and London Pride!

Independent Bookshop Week Crawl

London Book Shop Crawl 2015: Part 2 – South Kensington & Sloane Square

Part two: in which we briefly forget how to use the tube After our long wander through Notting Hill, we hopped on the circle line to Gloucester road to reach Book Shop 3. Book Shop 3: Slightly Foxed on Gloucester Road Now I’m going to be honest with you all and say that the reason… Continue reading London Book Shop Crawl 2015: Part 2 – South Kensington & Sloane Square

Independent Bookshop Week Crawl

London Book Shop Crawl 2015: Part 1 – Kensington & Notting Hill

This year, I decided to take part in an independent book shop crawl in honour of Indie Book Shop Week 2015. My lovely, patient partner Tim even agreed to come with me and indulge my ridiculous attempt to visit approximately 15 book shops (we managed 6 ha!). The upside of my overly-excited plans, my readers,… Continue reading London Book Shop Crawl 2015: Part 1 – Kensington & Notting Hill

Independent Bookshop Week Crawl

Independent Bookshop Week Book Crawl!

If you hadn’t gathered already from this blog, I really like books. Words are a safe haven, a comfort, a challenge. Anything I want them to be. When I dissociate, I often “wake up” and find half a dozen books I’ve bought in the missing half hour. Bookshops are my altars to worship upon. I… Continue reading Independent Bookshop Week Book Crawl!

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Escaping grief with words

All has been relatively quiet on here partly due to a busy work period, followed by the death of my wonderful uncle Quentin. He went peacefully, as an octogenarian, so I am thankful for that much. It has hit me very hard. For those who know me in real life, or some other semblance of… Continue reading Escaping grief with words