Birds eye views of the towns of Northampton & Peterborough are shown in fair detail, with a windmill & even field boundaries portrayed on the Peterborough plan. Below the plan of Northampton, a short history details the three dissentions witnessed by the town, & just above the Peterborough plan is a history of the battle of Edgecot. There are eleven armorial devices shown on this map, with those of the Earls of Northampton depicted on the right hand side of the map. The royal forest of Rockingham, Fotheringhay Castle (where Mary, Queen of Scots was executed), & Althorp Park are marked on the map, as is the village of Naseby, but before the great battle that happened there in 1645. Altogether, this is a fantastic piece of artwork, & would make a wonderful present for anyone from the county. ...

Christopher Somerville is one of Britian`s best-loved walking journalists & personalities. ” Somerville`s 100 Best British Walks” presents a personal selection of his best walks around Britain. Laid out by region, with over forty illustrations & area maps showing walk locations & easy-to-follow directions, this volume is a treasury of anecdote, observation & description, as well as a comprehensive guide to walking your way through Britain. ...

Christopher Somerville’s 100 Best Walks presents a personal selection of his favourite hikes within Britain from his long-running Daily Telegraph series. Read individually, they brilliantly evoke people, places, moods & reflections. As a collection, they take the reader on a unique adventure through Britain’s townscapes & countryside. Laid out by region, with over forty map illustrations for individual walks, area maps showing the walk locations & easy-to-follow directions, this volume is a treasury of anecdote, observation & description, as well as a comprehensive practical guide to walking your way through Britain. Christopher Somerville is a journalist, presenter & the author of many books. He has been walking, exploring & writing all over the world for 30 years, 20 of which as the walking correspondent of The Daily Telegraph, & now for The Times. ...

Somewhere, not so far away, there`s a cave filled with wonderful creatures called the Little Somethings. On Star Gazing Night, the Little Somethings are looking out for all kinds of different stars. They see a diamond star, a sapphire star, & then... Something Different flies to the ground! He certainly looks different. After all, he has black ears, curly antennae & lots of legs. Will Bob convince the rest of the Little Somethings that maybe Something Different isn`t so different after all? ...

One minute, 11-year-old Carmen is watching her hippy mum put curlers in for the first time, the next she is being dragged with her sister through LA airport with her mother muttering about `the patriarchy` under her breath. The three of them board a plane that takes them to Peru, next door to the Chile from which the family had fled after Pinochet`s coup. Eight days after landing in Lima, & still perplexed by their mother`s disguises & lies, they`re off again, on a bus bound they know not where. They are then to spend most of the next decade, the 1980s, moving from dictatorship to dictatorship, evading capture, torture & peril at every turn. It is no way to spend your teenage years, until, overnight, it becomes the way Carmen herself chooses. ...

” What are you doing, dear?” ” It`s a secret.” ” Secrets are better if you share them a little. So tell Mother why you look so sad on Christmas Eve.” ”I am wondering what to give-someone-for Christmas.” So begins the story of a little mouse`s search for a very special gift for a very special person. Nothing seems just right until the little mouse realizes that the best present of all is already at h&. Palmer Brown has given us something special for Christmas-or any day-an entrancingly lovely story, filled with the true spirit of the holiday season. ...

Something Nasty in the Woodshed
- the third Charlie Mortdecai novel. ” Splendidly enjoyable. The jokes are excellent, but the
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In this extraordinary travelogue Horatio Clare recreates the walk that J S Bach, then an unknown composer & organ teacher, made in the depths of winter in 1705 across Germany to Lubeck. This was the pivotal point in the young composer`s life, when he began his journey to becoming the master of the Baroque. ...

Who can say what the night might bring? Mummy tucking you up with Teddy & a cup of Ovaltine? Fireworks & frivolity? A party? Music? Dancing? Or you could be reading in bed, between clean linen sheets before falling into deep & restful sleep & sweet dreams. & who knows; the night might bring romance, or love, or sex, if you play your cards right. Or you might be working; millions of people work at night. If nobody worked at night, Britain would cease to function. Or the night might be cold, haunted, inhuman & wild. When you look up into the night sky, you see that you are nothing. An insignificant mote of dust. Or the night could be all too human. Hen parties in skimpy dresses & fairy wings being slammed into the back of a police van; girls working on street corners in the part of town where the lights don`t come on; businessmen going to lap-dancing clubs to forget what waits at home. Or you could die. Most people do die at night. Or you could just lie awake & wait for the dawn. Set over the course of an intoxicated night in a house up a mountain in West Cork, Ian Marchant offers a darkly funny account of what people get up to at night, explores his own experience of a life of night times, & shows us how we all have something of the night about us. ...

Who can say what the night might bring? Mummy tucking you up with Teddy & a cup of Ovaltine? Fireworks & frivolity? A party? Music? Dancing? Or you could be reading in bed, between clean linen sheets before falling into deep & restful sleep & sweet dreams. & who knows; the night might bring romance, or love, or sex, if you play your cards right. Or you might be working; millions of people work at night. If nobody worked at night, Britain would cease to function. Or the night might be cold, haunted, inhuman & wild. When you look up into the night sky, you see that you are nothing. An insignificant mote of dust. Or the night could be all too human. Hen parties in skimpy dresses & fairy wings being slammed into the back of a police van; girls working on street corners in the part of town where the lights don't come on; businessmen going to lap-dancing clubs to forget what waits at home. Or you could die. Most people do die at night. Or you could just lie awake & wait for the dawn. Set over the course of an intoxicated night in a house up a mountain in West Cork, Ian Marchant offers a darkly funny account of what people get up to at night, explores his own experience of a life of night times, & shows us how we all have something of the night about us. ...