At long last. The arrival of a brown package full of photos from my Cuban summer was the perfect pick me up, especially now that the greys of winter have well and truly settled in. So summer wasn't just a romantic dream after all?
So, Mr Henry Layte decided that he'd like to decorate some of his very nice new bookshop with my wallpaper, and then Mr Stephen Fry decided that he'd like to stand in front of this wallpaper and read to people at the grand opening. Lovely.