Today there was a book sale at Upton House. It's not far to go and there was Blackthorn in the hedges, lambs in the fields and a haze of young green on the oak trees. The book sale was very quiet and friendly. Some people carried boxes and exchanged shy, conspiratorial smiles with other box carriers; smiles which meant, 'I am a bookaholic and so are you'. The grounds are lovely and there are some pictures after the cut.