So I looked at the list, and thought of bookshops I also knew, and arranged an itinerary. J, A and I met in East Dulwich, which is between Hither Green, where A lives, and Brixton, where I do. So our first port of call was
Persephone, many that I loved in childhood or have lost my own copy of. My friend V has a subscription and gets every book as it is printed, and I rather wish I did! Anybody who wants to give me a present.....
Anyway, I was very, very strong-minded and didn't buy anything (not even The Children who lived in a Barn, which I loved as a child, not even Mariana, not even A London Child of the 1870s, not even Consequences). And eventually we came away, and walked down towards Shaftesbury Avenue and our next planned port of call. This, en route
Swedenborg Society, so we didn't stay there long, but headed on, stopping for lunch at Byron Burgers, which was nice. I do like a good burger!
Our Shaftesbury Avenue port of call was
We finally dragged ourselves away from there, once I had persuaded J that if she hadn't read The Pursuit of Love she was seriously missing something. And walked down to Baker Street to catch a no 2 bus to Victoria, where we got a bit lost looking for
Actually, it might have been here that I persuaded J to buy The Pursuit of Love, but never mind that now. A had to leave us at that point, but J and I decided to head on via Sloane Square and the 137 bus, so that we could decide whether to add in one final bookshop or not. In fact, we found this one
And finally, very tired, we got one final bus to my flat!