![]() Before I took over, I ought perhaps to have read a piece of George Orwell’s writing published in 1936. ![]() When I told him that I didn’t have any money, he replied, “You don’t need money-what do you think banks are for?” Less than a year later, on November 1, 2001, a month (to the day) after my 31st birthday, the place became mine. He suggested that I buy his shop since he was keen to retire. Twelve years later, while visiting my parents at Christmastime, I called in to see if they had a copy of Three Fevers in stock, by Leo Walmsley, and while I was talking to the owner, admitted to him that I was struggling to find a job I enjoyed. ![]() I clearly remember walking past it with a friend and commenting that I was quite certain that it would be closed within the year. When I first saw The Book Shop in Wigtown I was 18 years old, back in my home town and about to leave for university. ![]()
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