Of family homes, with stately walls, tradition to-day as of yore, where beauty lies in ground and floor, through winter time in frost and thaw, in dazzling sparkle, icy halls, you’ll find the rascal and his paws, so head to Wickham to see his work, Jack’s his name and Frost’s his sport.”
There’s something about stationery. It was always the only good thing about going back to school every September; brand new, untouched pads of crisp paper, waiting to be decorated with notes and doodles, or clean, new diaries with the year grandly embossed on the front. Even now the smell of paper gives me a sense of fresh starts and possibilities…