I popped into a second hand bookshop this afternoon to ask if they could recommend somewhere for poetry books.

They had received a pile of Eliot and Auden books and I left with 2 bags filled – including Faber and Faber imprints of Eliot’s poems with that lovely 1930’s, thick, uneven fibrous paper.

All for very little money. Oh, how I skipped up the road…*

(* actually, I waddled)