‘I have just opened my newly delivered Slightly Foxed and gone straight to the article about The Little Grey Men and Down the Bright Stream. It has brought back to me all the magical delight that my mother and I shared in reading them together. We had no hollow oak on our land but how I longed to live in one. Such yearnings don’t quite go away! I have just ordered the pair from SF. (Books that is, not hollow oaks).’
Once in a while, a special book reaches out through the wisps of time and demands to be read. John Moore’s Portrait of Elmbury was written in 1945 and recalls his corner of England during the first world war. It documents a country that was changing by the minute, a country that would never be the same again, for better or for worse . . .
We’re not busying ourselves with harvest this autumn, but with books to be packed, proofs to be checked, and new office puppies to be played with (of which, more news coming soon . . .) we might just need a rest under the apple tree by the end of the day. This is ‘Autumn’ by Simon Brett, which first appeared on the contents page of Slightly Foxed Issue 19.