An end of year pilgrimage of sorts, with a refreshingly chilly stroll along the river from Kingston to Richmond ending up at the wonderful Alligator’s Mouth children’s bookshop, nestled at the end of a narrow cobbled alley (come to think if it, I may have imagined the cobbles but if there weren’t any, there should have been – it was that kind of place).
The second post is so much easier. The pressure is off.
Now, truth be told, I should have started this blog about six months ago, maybe even this time last year. That was when my life as a reader began to emerge and re-form after the painful, sleep-deprived, I-can’t-speak-let-alone-read period known as early parenthood.
This should be profound and engaging, like the first words of a great novel. Hmm, that’s tricky. I’ll have a brew and come back to it.