I spent time in Pearl Beach in February, as is my wont.
The room I usually stay in includes a shelf of lovely children’s book.
Rosie’s walk, about a chicken who blithely parades around while being trailed by a fox who never manages to get her), is one. It’s a tiny hands-sized format, and the illustrations gorgeous.
The book had been damaged – a page accidentally ripped out, but thankfully the ripped page was just sitting there.
So in service to the book and the kids who would read it (and the one who accidentally no doubt broke it), I mended it.
