Last summer I
travelled to Surrey and then on to Yorkshire with the boyfriend’s family. We
were staying with family friends in Surrey as they made their way to some of
the athletics finals at the Olympics. Summer 2012 was fantastic, and I really,
really miss the feeling the Olympics conjured.
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We had a
whistle-stop tour of Windsor and Eton and got excited when we saw London 2012
banners, and an Olympic Volunteer who was oblivious of her admirers as she sat
eating her lunch by the river.
Eton, compared
with the bustle of Windsor, was in perpetual museum stillness, not a soul
around, as we admired the old school and imagined Tom Hiddlestone playing the
Loki of his classroom.
In our cursory
glance of Eton, we discovered one bookshop.
Eton Antique
Bookshop
88 High Street
Eton
SL4 6AF
A very crowded
little second-hand bookshop, I didn’t really have enough time to explore its
innards further. There were prints and pictures as well as old books.
Next time: The
many, many Yorkshire bookshops discovered. It’s not as grim up there as they
say.
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