No day trip to Bath is complete for us without a (usually lengthy) visit to Mr B’s. This is a proper, bells and whistles, blue riband book shop. I’m not a book shop snob, and I unashamedly (well, only a little bit ashamedly) carry both Waterstones and Foyles loyalty cards in my purse. But this isn’t just a place to buy books, its a place to let the aroma of words of ages and worlds saturate your imagination and leave your head spinning with possibilities….
And look! Man chairs! Mr H is very open minded when it comes to his reading material; he’ll read anything so long as there are spies in it
I, on the other hand, ran my hands over stacks of contemporary fiction (judging books by their covers, lifelong habit, not going to apologise. Any embossed gold foil flourishy font titles, rejected; any front cover endorsements by Melvin Bragg or Jeremy Clarkson, no thankyou;) thumbed thick tomes on nature and gardening; crooned over art anthologies and pamphlets of poetry; pure bliss. I can’t recommend this shop highly enough.