When I was about 13 – sometime in the mid-18th century, it feels like – we’d have “library lessons” as part of English at school. This meant 40 minutes in, er, the library, when we were all supposed to choose a book and just read it.
Most kids, but I was quite happy to browse the shelves, and it was there that I came across an author called David Hutchinson. He had three collections of short stories in our library, called , and , published from 1979 to 1980.
