Books for Your Niece She cooked you breakfast in bed when she was only six and you still have never had a more delicious omelet.   We...

Let’s Go Christmas Shopping… For Books! Put the kettle on.  Grab another log for the fire and sharpen your pencil. We're going ...

Happy Holiday Chaos, and a Special Shopping Present Like Mrs. Dalloway, I bought the flowers myself.  Crowds whirled and spun aroun...

Never Too Soon…. a Holiday List For the past week or so, I have noticed heralds of the festive season materializing all around me lik...

Three Little Words Here in the states the countdown to the festive season has begun in earnest.  In the NY Times yesterday, I read a...

The Happiest Day The London Underground is a marvel of construction, moving countless travelers hither and yon safely and in relati...

Strangers in a Crowd Outside the heavy doors of Fortnum and Mason I paused to readjust my packages.  Despite every honest intenti...

A Little Tale For Halloween A Murder of Crows 1. The afternoon of Halloween found Albert Dalrymple back in the waiting room, wa...

Scottish Country Houses, and Books Just around the corner from my hotel in London, sort of catty-cornered from one of my favourite pl...