John Wyndham: Let’s go to the Winchester, have a pint, and wait for this to blow over

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There’s a second hand bookshop just outside the entrance to my job– a dangerous concoction of cheap books and easy access which often results in me returning home with armfuls of yellowing tomes — my wife isn’t a fan. But this particular bookshop gets two things just right that most bookshops don’t; one, they don’t mix the science-fiction with the fantasy — a classic mistake that will immediately see an end to my patronage; and two, they have a really quick rotation of books, which means there’s always the chance of picking up some lost classic. During my lunch break…