by Bonnie Pockley
I can be quite old-fashioned sometimes. I have a preference for old books and nursery rhymes – delighting in the beauty of time-laboured illustrations and the care of production now bygone. I often find myself defaulting back to the books I had when I was child. A particular favourite, and read to us all the time, was Nicola Bayley’s stunning ‘Book of Nursery Rhymes’.