The sun was blasting down on my walk to the Gertrude Glasshouse, and I was red faced and sweaty when I arrived, but inside was cool and fresh. Slightly nervous, and probably even redder than before, I brought a book and asked for a signature, silently appreciating our taste in hats.
Ahh the smell of a new book. It’s beautifully produced. A lovely way to enjoy work such as these.