There are days when there is no other way to describe it but to say that the weather was grim. Today has been just such a day. Arriving at Emma’s it is cold and grey and miserable, and a thoroughly uninviting kind of day. We would like to have gone for a walk but its really not nice enough for that sort of thing. So instead we head off to Penn, and to The Cottage Bookshop – Em has been meaning to take me there for months – and I’m glad that she has!

It is the most heavenly of places. Set in an old cottage just off the village green it is filled floor to ceiling and wall to wall with books, and it seems to go on for ever, up the stairs and in the fireplace, round the back and out into the conservatory, shelves upon shelves, double-parked with books. We spent the whole afternoon in there, in amongst the smell of old books. We got excited about old maps and guide books to the counties in which we both live. We kept on going back to deposit books onto the counter until finally they asked us to leave because they were closing! Not that we felt too bad about it, as I wrote a cheque out for £50!!

We then went home and watched Cambridge get defeated in the Boat Race 🙁 in less than ideal conditions…