I have a small collection of very special elderly books. Some come from my own childhood and some from my parents’ childhood. But I’ve read them all and they are cherished.
They’re stored in this bookcase and some are stored on a table that belonged to my ‘godmother’.
Budge and Betty was Mum’s absolute favourite series and I have to say I loved it too. Based on a brother and sister who meet elves and have a range of adventures across the globe with them. Simplistic but fun.
These go without saying. Still love the world they pull me into.
These little books were adored when I was young and I still love the illustrations and stories. My favourite?
This one … I love dogs. Even when I was four, I loved dogs.
My small collection of miniatures, mostly from Bopress Miniature Books.
The squirrel book is my own – a stumpwork stitched squirrel which I then bound into a small blank journal. The larger book behind is redolent of Victorian diaries and small sketchbooks. Very old and very personal.
These two ‘comic’ books belonged to Dad when he was a boy. They are in terrible condition but are incredibly funny and much loved.
This lot from my very early days at school.
And these, bound by my bookbinder grandfather – that was his profession.
And finally the book on William Wallace – Dad found it in a second-hand shop when he was researching our Wallace family tree fifty years ago.
Of course he bought it and whilst it could do with re-binding, it is much loved by me and like everything else in my little library probably should be stored archivally without light and with mylar covers and within acid-free boxes. But then it would be static and I wouldn’t see the collection every day and love the books and hold them – it’s the price one pays.