I spent two nights in Hay-on-Wye, and then it was back to my more whistle stop-approach to visiting bookshops: I would spend the day going from Hay-on-Wye to Oxford, by way of three different bookshops and three small towns.

So I got on the bus towards Hereford, leaving right beside the old Hay Castle, and sat there looking at sunfilled lanes and fields and sheep and lamb. From Hereford I took the train to Ledbury, a beautiful town of which I saw the High street and the bookshop.

But really, what more do you need?

It was one of those sunny Saturdays that brings out the best in small town’s High streets – people walking about, stoping for a coffee, some street vendors selling stuff and a farmer selling homemade sausage in buns (impossible to resist). And then there was the bookshop, swimming in sunshine.

It was a tough choice for Lindsay of Ledbury Books and Maps, but eventually she settled on Tigers in Red Weathers.