“Books are like seeds: they come to life when you read them, and grow spines and leaves. I need trees around me as I need books around me, so building bookshelves is something like planting trees.” © Roger Deakin, Notes from Walnut Tree Farm (Penguin, 2008).
The tulips were a lovely gift from my mother who made me promise, on GUIDE’S HONOUR*, this morning to buy some Buttercup Syrup for my cough. So. No, I’m not well but yes I am reading (Geoff Dyer’s The Colour of Memory – very good, and entertaining) and yes I am writing again. Finished and subbed a short piece this week after reading Oliver Burkeman’s piece in the Guardian last weekend (Helsinki Bus Station theory). And yes, despite having zero […]