A lot of books are published. Many of them, for no very good reason, slip off the general radar. I have a very interesting thing to say about that in the next post. But first:
I was at a magic wedding in Somerset on Sunday. I stayed at Barrow's Farmhouse, a brilliant b&b in East Chinnock near Yeovil where the hosts said we could have two singles instead of the twin we'd paid for, where they drove us to the wedding in the next village, and so on. They have pigs and a croquet lawn. I have put in all the details so Google may randomly* send people here and see that no less a travel advisor than me advises you stay there.
* This is a poor use of the word 'randomly'.