Sunday was a great day to take my car out for a nice drive in the country. It wasn't a pokey drive along stretches of quiet tree-lined lanes but rather a direct route with an 80 mph limit. Just the thing for blowing the cobwebs out of the engine due to my puttering around calming zones, school crossings and a ridiculously short commute to work.
It was opening weekend for the Aberfoyle Flea Market. The air had a cool bite, all the better for eating french fries smothered in gravy (I'm eating healthier but never proclaimed to be a saint!).
We met a man standing in the corner of a large stall, sharing the space, guarding a single bookcase. There was a common thread running through the collection that seemed to speak of the reading tastes of one person. My guess was an aged mother or aunt...and she liked Viragoes. The seller's asking price was 50 cents each.
I'm not too sure about The Daisy Chain by Charlotte M. Yonge but for the price I can afford to be wrong. The Virago Book of Ghost Stories features stories by E. M. Delafield, Winifred Holtby, Elizabeth Bowen, Rose Macaulay, Elizabeth Jenkins, Enid Bagnold...Stella Gibbons...need I go on? As for The Duchess of Jermyn Street the back cover says it's 'the real life model that was the inspiration for BBC Television's Duchess of Duke Street. Last, but not least, is Elizabeth von Arnim's Vera which I know nothing about but the first page has roped me in. Apparently it's quite autobiographical and according to von Arnim, her best work. Let's hope it fixes a bit of a reading slump (otherwise known as 'reading ADHD') I've been experiencing these past couple of weeks.
The two little Wade figures now decorate my bookcase. They used to come in boxes of Red Rose tea...ooh, it must be over forty years ago. Just about every house had several of these lining a shelf when I was in elementary school. My mother had a shadow box hanging above the telephone table that held sixteen little creatures. Oh, the things that were tossed over the years that we now spend money on to get back.