Budding Bookseller Returns to the Northern Wilds!

So the summer has drawn to a close. A watery, humid, intermittently gale blowing gargling last breath of a season that, let's face it, never lived past toddlerhood (probably hit by a car or something).

The holiday did bring one great thing though. I got five weeks work at everybody's favourite bookstore, back with the best team of people you could hope to work with. Including the mental American, the retail mage, the management mother hen and drill sergeant, the patient mother with a newly acquired limp, the triathlete hard nut and the Yoda with the social ineptitude and no real role there.

Lots of people say they've got the best job in the world, and while it's all relative I can safely say for me there's nothing better than working with them in a cathedral of books and loving every bit of it, so here's to them! For ten/eleven weeks I'll miss it, because now I am back in the bosom (the frigid, frigid bosom) of the northwest coast. Here's to Lancaster, for my final year of a degree in a town that never seems to see the sun or peak above freezing. It's evening time, it's raining hell and that's ok.