Gentle Poetic Prose And Bucolic Beauty

I had planned this morning, in order to avoid all the build-up chat and the ITC adverts, to watch a recording of the Rugby World Cup Semi Final between England and New Zealand. Unfortunately the recording failed. I therefore had to watch on the ITV Hub with all the trimmings. But what a cracking matchContinue reading “Gentle Poetic Prose And Bucolic Beauty”

Cruck Frames

Jackie spent most of the morning watering the garden. I managed a token dead heading session which nevertheless filled two trugs. Nugget even followed me around. It helps if you use his name. Regular readers will know of my penchant for leaving bookmarks or other tokens in my books, for posterity’s pondering. Occasionally previous ownersContinue reading “Cruck Frames”

“Doing [My] Research”

One of the benefits of a thoroughly wet day, apart from watering the garden, is that it gives an opportunity to finish reading a book such as Apart from the evident foxing, this virtually unblemished dust jacket has protected and preserved the gold embossed design on the cover of J.M. Dent’s first edition of theContinue reading ““Doing [My] Research””

Xylonite

Pelican Books is the non-fiction imprint of Penguin Books. From 1938 to 1940, a few books within the series Penguin Specials (and thus given numbers starting with “S”) were given blue covers and labelled as Pelican Specials. These paperbacks were claimed by the publishers to be ‘books of topical importance published within as short a time as possibleContinue reading “Xylonite”

A Collaboration

One of Robert Gibbings’s diversions in ‘Trumpets from Montparnasse’ was his recounting of the request of his friend, Charles Ede of The Folio Society to produce a series of engravings for ‘The Discovery of Tahiti’ by George Robertson. This was a joint project with Gibbings’s publisher, J. M. Dent, published in 1955. Naturally, this ledContinue reading “A Collaboration”

Beside The Breakwater

CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. This morning I pulled up a chair for Eric Gill, with whom I was soon to part company. When, four days ago, we visited All Saints’ Church at Bransgore, I knew that I would present the parish with my Folio Society facsimile copy of the Golden CockerelContinue reading “Beside The Breakwater”