Well, that holiday took some recovering from! I had a couple of days at my parents’ on my way home, then a day of sorting out and I was back at work, and by last weekend I just needed a few days’ peace and quiet to get my head back together. But I managed it, and I’ve survived another week at work, and now I’m all set for another week off – I’m off to Wales again, but this time to North Wales, to my parents’ caravan on Anglesey. In the meantime I’ll try and catch up on here with some scheduled posts with the rest of my last holiday in them, plus – shock horror! – a couple of finished projects and some crafty goings-on.
But back to Hay-on-Wye. In one of my other lives I collect and sell books, mainly old girls’ school stories, so holidaying in a town full of bookshops is never a bad thing. Well, almost never – sadly I found that the shops selling the sort of thing I collect were selling them for prices I could only dream of getting on ebay, and I didn’t buy much at all. But I did spend a couple of days wandering round the bookshops and just enjoying being there. And taking lots of photos, natch.
Slightly bizarrely, since my last visit three years ago, Addyman’s have bought the interior of an Eastern European church and used it to furnish part of their bookshop. As you do.
Across the road is Murder and Mayhem.
With appropriate interior design.
Some more random photos –
This is the 24 hour honesty bookshop – money goes in a slot in the wall.
Lots and lots of Ladybird books. This was a slightly odd shop, in that I went in and found it deserted. I did find a book I wanted to buy, but despite waiting a while and randomly calling in case there was a hidden alcove the owner might be standing in, I had to go away defeated and call back later for the book. The lady just said that she’d popped out, they’re obviously a trusting lot round there! Another shop was closed for five minutes, and when the owner came back he pulled out the book which was wedging the door shut and opened it…
Hay is very obliging to book collecting knitters, in that it also has two yarn shops. The first is Wool and Willow, with a selection of hand-dyed yarn and knitted garments. Sadly the lady behind the counter didn’t see fit to look up from her newspaper the whole time I was in there, so I didn’t feel inclined to buy anything.
The other shop is Bedecked, which has moved from the back street it used to be on, to the main street, so it must be doing well. This was much more tempting, but given my extravagances at Wonderwool, and the amount of yarn in my stash, I managed to resist buying anything.
There is a very nice selection of buttons and beads, but they’re not cheap, sadly.
Downstairs there’s a nice selection of fabrics.
And some more completely random photos of Hay.
This is the castle – partly derelict, partly used as, predictably enough, a bookshop.
In a butcher’s window.
To remind you that Hay is actually just over the Welsh border.
And of course, the general theme of the holiday was water, either coming down from the sky or already on the ground, and the river Wye in Hay was no exception.