Visiting the Village

Today I spent the last sunny day of the week in a place called Penn. It has a pond, an old church and lots of greenery. But this is what draws me to it:

This little cottage is a treasure trove for book worms. There are more books then there is space to stand.

  Like in the Classics section. It's a tiny cupboard in the shop with thousands of books crammed floor to ceiling.

                                                  A conservatory dedicated entirely to Sci-fi

                                                      And books above the staircase

     There was a section dedicated entirely to Enid Blyton books

 And Maths books. 

And  special editions of childrens books

                          And piles of organised mess everywhere. This section was poetry I think.

 The long and short of it is I think every town should have a bookshop like this one. Then they'd be happy book worms all year round.