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aneverydaything · 2 years
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Day 1478, 10 July 2022
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moreeverydaythings · 2 years
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Day 1477 - Hay-on-Wye, the final approach at last!
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wherekizzialives · 9 months
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The Small Things Spreading Joy in July
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moon--bean · 1 year
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peterarkledrawings · 2 years
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© Peter Arkle 2022  NOTEBOOK FROM HAY-ON-WYE, 1992
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tishfarrell · 2 months
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Window Shopping: Looking In, Looking Out?
A pre-Christmas break a few years ago. We were in Hay-on-Wye, the quaint Welsh border town on the banks of the mighty River Wye. Its primary claim to fame is that it’s full of second-hand book stores, including the world’s largest started in 1961 by Richard Booth, he who later declared himself King of Hay and was all-round responsible for putting the town on the booklovers’ map. * But even…
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Hay-On-Wye
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cafesigns · 5 months
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The Bean Box, Hay-on-Wye. Fantastic flat white, lovely place.
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without-ado · 5 months
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Murder and Mayhem full of crime & horror books l Hay-on-Wye UK
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nerdy-cake · 3 months
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JOMP book photo challenge | January 14 - so many books
Some pictures from my trip to Hay in 2022
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moreeverydaythings · 2 years
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Day 1477 - the evening sun through a window at Kilverts inn, Hay-on-Wye
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raineandsky · 7 months
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#65
“What is that?”
The hero looks to where the villain is pointing at their feet, a frown creasing their brow in confusion. “Are you five? It’s called a cat.”
The villain’s hand drops, unimpressed. The cat weaves itself around the hero’s ankles and purrs brightly. “Is it yours?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s my sidekick now,” the hero tells them, receiving a disbelieving laugh in return.
“The cat,” the villain says slowly, “is your sidekick.”
“She’s trained!” The hero kneels down to the cat’s level, giving it a loving pat on the head. “Sit.”
The cat does just that, and the hero gives it a tiny treat from their hand. “Good girl. Speak.”
A heartfelt meow echoes off the walls around them, and the hero grins at the villain as they get to their feet, “Wanna see her best trick?”
“You’ve trained a cat like a dog. Big whoop.”
The hero’s grin widens as they point a finger at the villain like an accusation. “Attack!”
The cat lunges at the villain with its claws and teeth bared, and the villain learns very fast that a cat can indeed make for a very good sidekick.
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sometiktoksarevalid · 2 months
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24/6/23 // 12.37
A lovely relaxing week in one of the best towns in the world- hay on wye. So many bookshops and I’ve bought so many books 💚📖
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tishfarrell · 2 years
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Iced
For anyone currently suffering any kind of over-heating, herewith some cooling images of frosted ferns. These photos were taken a few Decembers ago during a sudden frigid spell in Hay-on-Wye, widely known as the book capitol of the world. We’d planned a long weekend there – a brief trip out of Shropshire and into Powys. It was only an hour or so’s drive. Up to the moment we set off, we’d had mild…
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essektheylyss · 3 months
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Also the bookmark poll just reminded me that I got my spouse two books for Christmas but I bought them while out shopping with the friend we were staying with in New England, and the only reasonable bookstore to get to was Barnes and Noble, and I forgot to take out the little "Join our rewards club!" slip from the receipt they'd tucked into the book, so he opens it up to read it and went, "GASP. You went to Barnes and Noble? BETRAYAL."
This is how genuinely ride or die my household is for indie bookstores.
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