This morning I took the dog for a walk, and even though I’m back in inner-city Leeds for the summer, I found myself longing for books about wild places.

The Ridge, where I walk the dog, is so unbelievably green and the weather has been so muggy and humid and close, that all I want to do is sack off Parrot and Olivier and read books about the Amazon instead.

Maybe I’ll retreat back to childhood (appropriately, whilst I’m back at my parents’ house) and seek out Journey to the River Sea.