A Boy

at the Hogarth Press was the first book published by my brother's "Whittington Press". He was at an exhibition celebrating books in Stroud today. This particular page opening contains the immortal line (picked up if I remember rightly by Pseuds' corner in Private Eye) where the author, Richard Kennedy, recalls a weekend with Leonard and Virginia Woolf at Rodmell. Leonard, wrote Richard, "showed me his compost heap with pride."

A pleasant day in Stroud, enlivened by meeting CleanSteve who has flattered me with his blip today. Is there such a thing as a blipring ?