Following a swift but filling continental breakfast (during which Fraser took the wrapping off his mystery book to reveal some vintage Kurt Vonnegut), we left Longworth Hall in Hereford (a Grade B listed country house turned B&B) and set off in the direction of the border-straddling town of Hay-on-Wye, which proudly claims its status as Britain's first Book Town. We had arrived slightly early for our first shop and so had time to explore, which resulted in a trip into an interesting looking crystal and fossil shop and a wander through the Thursday street market having received a recommendation of somewhere to buy a packed lunch. Of course, our actual destination in the town was Gay on Wye, a charming shop tucked down one of the town's many winding streets of bookstores. A healthy selection of books were on offer, as well as maps offering a Hay on Wye bookshop trail which may be the subject of a future adventure. Despite buying spontaneous salad, pork pies, and teeth (fossi...
We had a slightly slower morning today, making the most of beds that weren't floating on water. The Black Lion Hotel in Manchester had lovely comfy rooms which were very quiet, despite being situated above the pub. After filling up on another full breakfast, we headed out to beg Hyacinth's forgiveness for abandoning her in a random gravel car lot for the night. With Hyacinth mollified, we set off for a trek south towards the Midlands. Given the history of the area, we stopped in at Middleport Pottery, home of Burleigh patterned ceramics. We had been hoping to find a new bread bin in their factory shop, but left empty handed (though there was much deliberation over whether it would be right to serve oat milk out of a cow shaped milk jug). Sadly, the search for the elusive ceramic, perfectly sized bread bin continues on. Our first stop of the day was Drop City Books in Hanley, where Alicia reminisced about her childhood in Stoke-on-Trent and Fraser discovered that there's ...