Yes, I walked around in circles for a while trying to find Foyles in Bristol, but it is a truth universally acknowledge that if a booknerd only walks in circles long enough, she will eventually find herself in front of a bookshop.

As usual, I explained the one-book-rule, but Foyles were too sneaky for me. “We’ll just recommend one each, and then you can choose between them.”

Likely.

I also managed to find my way to Stanfords, a beautiful bookshop selling quite a lot of maps and travel books, which they also recommended to me. And they remembered to thank their mom for Mother’s Day.

And then I ended the evening at The Old Bookshop, which was not a bookshop but a café/bar. Editing is much more fun if you have type writers over the window in front of you.