Well, I’m back, and I have waded through all of the email and blog postings that accumulated during the day. Now I need sleep.

I spent much of the day in Bath, which was full of tourists as usual. Somehow I managed to dodge all of the rain. Looking out of the train window on the way there, I saw a fox ambling across a field. It is nice to know we still have them in the wild. Mind you, the cows were making a determined effort to see him off. I haven’t seen cows looking so purposeful in a long time.

I did pop briefly into Waterstones. I picked up George Mann’s novel, The Affinity Bridge, because he’s a friend, and A Darkness Forged in Fire, book one of a new fantasy series called My Elves Are Different The Iron Elves by Chris Evans because it had a rave blurb by Karen Traviss on the front. As they were both on a 3 for 2 offer I picked up an Orhan Pamuk as well because people have been telling me good things about him.

The shop was a little busy, and I eventually worked out that there was a signing due. Stephen Fry was due in about 10 minutes. I didn’t stick around. But I did wonder why there were only 30 or so people in line. All you authors out there who have had bad signing days take note – Stephen Fry doesn’t get Neil Gaiman-sized queues either.