As I type this, rain is falling hard and fast - again. So my online bookshop is getting more of my attention. This week I have put up copies of Howards End and A Passage To India. I put it down to a craving for warmer, drier climes.
To satisfy said craving, this weekend I will start A Winter In Arabia by Freya Stark. I'm looking for intense heat, smelly, noisy camels, dry sand that gives easily underfoot and romantic and mysterious bedouins. I want to be transported from floods, blocked drains, damp and mud to a remote desert escape, where there is no concept of too much water, where there are no grey clouds, in fact no clouds at all, just a bright azure sky and dazzling sunshine. Warning - gratuitous desert photo coming up;
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