While I should be writing

A literary teddy bear, reading Dylan Thomas.

Naturally, I couldn’t come to Bath and not visit the Jane Austen Centre.

Although to be perfectly honest I’m not really sure what I thought about it. In a way, it’s like a (very small) Disney World for Jane Austen lovers: all the employees and guides walking around in costumes (there’s even a dressing station where you can try out the clothes of the time yourself, including the bonnets, of course. I chose not to). And there’s a gift shop, of course, filled with the things one needed at the time: old faschioned pens, old letter paper, refrigerator magnets and phone covers…

I couldn’t resist, including a Pride and Prejudice phone cover, but afterwards I felt slightly … dirty.

And that was before I even visted the bathroom. Heaven and earth! Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

Have there ever been a bookshop more happily named?

And accurately. The moment I see the bookshop I am definitely filled with reading delight.

“Hello, my name is Katarina Bivald. I am currently traveling across the UK visiting some of the best bookshops, and naturally I’ve come to you. But I am only allowed to buy one book in each bookshop.”
The guy behind the counter looks down at my three Toppings & Co bags. “How’s that working out for you?”
“Err, yes.”
“You know, you’ll have to buy as many here. It’s only fair.”

And he had a point. I wouldn’t want to be unfair. Luckily for Louise’s faith in my self discipline (non-exitent I’m afrain, both the faith and the discipline) I managed to restrict myself to two books and a bag. But it was not easy.

Mr B:s is one of those bookshop (and my god, UK has a lot of them) where you can stroll around for hours, discovering new small, enchanting details wherever you look.

Their recommendation? The Break.

And then I had to buy The Next Step in the Dance as well, since they are so impressed by the author that they”re publishing his book themselves.

“This author is our bestseller at the moment, only by word of mouth.”

The moment I stepped into the doors of Toppings & Co in Bath, I realized I had as much chance of buying just one book as … well, of running a marathon.

The walls are lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, and the bookshelves are stacked with books. A person could spend days there and still find new treasures. Or years:

@katarinabivald Imagine what it's like working here, it's difficult not to spend all our pay on books!

— Topping & Company (@ToppingsBath) March 2, 2015

And I hadn’t even seen their Arts room then.

Their recommendation: A Double Sorrow.

Bonus buys:

I had been looking forward to practicing my post Brittish accent all week. Everyone I met in the north had very much fun over the way I pronounced Baaaaath, so many conversations went something like this:
“So where are you going next?”
“First up is Manchester, and then I’m going to Bath.”
“Baaaaaath.”

This, I felt, would be a good place to finally be able to use my “how do you do.” And then I missed my chance. The very nice and charmingly elegant woman running the small hotel I stayed at would definitely have responded in kind, if I hadn’t been som distracted as to just say: “Nice to meet you.”

Oh well. Next time perhaps.

My first meeting with the nice hotel woman didn’t go entirely smoothly.
“Are you in town for the marathon, then?” she said and barely recognized my look of horror.
“I certainl am not”, I replied with great dignity. “I’m in town for Toppings and Mr B:s Emporium of Reading Delights. And Jane Austen, of course.”