I’ve not talked about it a great deal on the blog, but for about a year, myself and my dad had been planning to take a trip to the England/Wales boarder to visit Hereford. We’d heard a lot about Hereford, or more importantly Hay-On-Wye. Hay-On-Wye is famous for having the U.K’s largest concentration of independent bookshops within about five streets of each other. Obviously for a father-daughter trio obsessed with books, it seemed like the perfect trip.
Last week, me and my partner took an over night trip to Newcastle. I’d been wanting somewhere semi-new (I’ve been before) to explore and to get away from our city for a while. Newcastle seemed like a good option, with it’s museum options, shops and historic places to visit.
Very late in 2017 i uploaded a book haul which i said would be my last book haul in a long time. And then i went to London. We had this trip planned for a long time and saw Harry Potter and The Cursed Child while we were there (which was my second watch and just as incredible as the first). But this meant that i also had some free time to go to Foyles.
Last weekend i embarked on my fourth trip to the studios, in which i once again marveled at how small Daniel Radcliffe actually is, drank Butterbeer and walked down Diagon Ally. I realised that i’ve never written a blog post about how much i love this experience and how much it amazes me every time i go, especially when taking first-timers with me who are taking everything in. Here’s a little bit about my experiences after my fourth trip.
(This post will contain spoilers and photos from the tour, do not continue if you haven’t been and don’t wish to know or see anything).
I’m going to take a post out of talking about books to talk about bookshops!
As a resident of the North, I rarely get chance to travel south down to London and look around – it’s usually a pass through, on to another train to a convention. But this last few days I’ve had chance to wander the (expensive) streets, and my first stop was Foyles at Charing Cross. I’d never been to Foyles and had heard numerous stories that made it sound like absolute words-on-a-page heaven. So as soon as I arrived in London I marched my family the whole thirty minute walk to find this wondrous store. Continue reading