We came across this gorgeous little antiquarian book shop in Bath.
And inside I found this treasure – a vintage copy of ‘The Water Babies’. It’s cover was a bit worn and the pages inside speckled with age but somehow that made it more precious. I wondered whose hands had held it before me.
Was it a Christmas present many years ago? Had a parent read it to a child beside a winter fire? There’s something irresistible about a book that’s been loved before.
The delicate illustrations, of the small underwater figures, were stunning and I was drawn back down into Tom’s watery world.
I checked the price but already knew it was mine. 😀
