At the weekend I went to the most magical place on earth, Hay-on-wye, also known as ‘The Town of Books’. Which, for a bibliophile like me, is the most magical place on earth. With over 20 bookshops (yes, twenty) adorning the cute winding streets, this idyllic bookish town is the perfect place for literary lovers.



Just over two hours from where I live, straddling the border between England and Wales, a friend and I made a day of it - although I’d say you definitely need a couple of days there at least, the visit every bookshop. The weather was rubbish - how classically British - but that meant it wasn’t as busy as it would have been on a sunny summers day, so that was a blessing in disguise. We began our day with some brunch in a cosy, and very aptly named, coffee shop called The Cosy Cafe. It was rather busy due to people seeking cover from the rain but thankfully, we managed to get a table.
Book Town began in 1961 when book lover Richard Booth heard lots of libraries were closing down in the USA. He decided to stock up on books and opened Hay-on-wye’s first second-hand bookshop in an old firehouse. Soon, other literary enthusiasts followed suit and so Book Town was born.
With an open air ‘Honesty Bookshop’ on the grounds of a castle, a ‘Book Passage’ where all books are just £1 and niche specific shops - such as ‘Murder and Mayhem’ specialising in, you guessed it, thriller and crime books - there’s something for everyone.



We only managed to get through four or five shops and spent the majority of our time in the first shop we entered - which I now realise was Richard Booth’s bookshop. A three-storey emporium, bursting with both new and second-hand books. From classics by literary giants such as Jane Austen, Virginia Woolfe and George Orwell to contemporary writers, poetry books and non-fiction galore, you are guaranteed to find something you love in this gorgeous shop that feels like tripping gleefully in time.






Books I bought
In total, I bought 7 books and spent around £30. As a lot of the books are second-hand you can get some really great bargains if you’re willing to search hard enough.
Richard Booth’s Book Shop
Watching Women and Girls by Danielle Pender
Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler
The Awakening & Other Stories by Kate Chopin
This seemed to be one of the more ‘expensive’ shops - it was the first shop we went into and I later saw two of the books I’d bought in there almost half price in other shops - but it is a wonderful experience and a must-visit.
Addyman Bookshop
Seven Kinds of People You Find in Bookshops by Shaun Bythell
Orlando by Virginia Woolfe
This bookshop is like a Tardis with several little rooms, one for each genre. Totally adorable and completely enchanting with extremely reasonable prices.
The Book Passage (next to Addyman Bookshop)
Betty Jay by Anne Brontë
A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft
Located next to Addyman Bookshop, this is another must-visit. I found these two gems for £1 each which I was thrilled by. The books are arranged in colour order rather than author so it does require some serious browsing, but it’s worth it.
I plan to visit Hay-on-wye again, later this year, as it truly is an extraordinary town that brought me pure unbridled joy (after I got over my initial anxiety and overwhelm by the sheer volume of books and shops to choose from). I can’t wait to go back but this time I will go with a game plan to ensure I can visit as many shops as possible.



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Until next time…
Georgia x
Oh Georgia how I enjoyed this post. I am 56 and this took me back to my childhood. I grew up in Hereford and my dad was a book fanatic always having 2or 3 books on the go at one time. His idea of a great family day out was a trip to Hay on Wye, he was a good friend of Richard Booth and I spent many a weekend in my childhood lying on the floor of the bookshops of Hay surrounded by dusty old books. My Dad died on Christmas Eve 1982 when I was 15 and my gift from him that he had already packed for my present that year was a copy of Huckleberry Finn from Hay that I had been reading there on the floor a few weeks before. So pleased you love my childhood “happy place” and thank you for making me smile this afternoon xx