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Lincoln book haul

I went to Lincoln with my sister for her 30th birthday today; I only bought six books..

From my favourite independent book shop, Lindum Books (4 Bailgate, Lincoln, LN1 3AE):

Ian C Esslemont
Return of the Crimson Guard
Stonewielder

Mark Charan Newton
Nights of Villjamur
City of Ruin

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Dorothy Whipple
The Priory

And from the Society for Lincolnshire History and Archaeology’s Jew’s Court Bookshop (Steep Hill, Lincoln):

Kevin Leahy
The Anglo-Saxon Kingdom of Lindsey

Both shops sell second hand and new books, and are housed in historic buildings which are interesting in themselves.

The books I bought have made me very cheery tonight for several reasons. The Esslemont books complete my Malazan collection.

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I really liked the Dorothy Whipple book I bought last time I visited Lindum, and I really love the binding Persephone books have. It’s such high quality. I was pleased to be able to find another book by the same author and the lady in Lindum Books was very knowledgeable. You don’t get that sort of service in a chain book shop.

I was pleased to support the SLHA with my purchase, especially since finding books specifically about Lindsey isn’t always easy.

I ache quite badly; Steep Hill is a (well-named) killer and I’ve become more unfit since I last went to Lincoln. I really need to work on that. Back to the regular long walks it is.

Today’s been fun

I went to Grimsby this afternoon and met my oldest friend. It was…interesting. We went for lunch at the same pub as we patronized in March but had to go elsewhere because they only have four accessible tables and they were all full.

After we went for a mooch around the shopping centre and caused mayhem in Card Warehouse by attempting to buy a card just like everyone else. After that Fi destroyed Waterstones. I don’t know who’s idea having tables all over the place is and I’m sure it’s some sort of marketing strategy but it’s really not accessible to wheelchair users.

Getting home was fun. Well no it wasn’t actually. First we went to get a bus, but the stop had changed without any notice to say where it had gone; the bus drove past as we were nearly at the next bus stop. We’d missed it became we were looking for the first stop. The next bus was half an hour late, there was a pram and a person sitting in the wheelchair bay. The woman and the parents with the pram refused to move despite the driver reminding them of the law. The next bus already had a young man and his chair occupying the wheelchair bay so we couldn’t get on that bus either. We went to plan C after that and rang Fi’s dad to come get us. After almost two hours trying to get the bus home we were worn out and couldn’t face another half hour wait and the possibility of another disappointment.

Other than the bus disaster it was a good afternoon. I bought six new books.

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I also got a couple of DVDs, writing paper and another notebook because there is no such thing as too many notebooks.

Fi has a blog of her own now, she’s very good at telling these sorts of anecdotes with wit. She blogs at Tyre Raids. If she hasn’t already written about today’s misadventures she probably will soon; we were discussing suitable post titles in the car in the way home.

[Here’s a direct link to the post Fi wrote: http://tyre-raids.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/the-tale-of-three-buses.html ]