It's been *years* since I read anything by Pam Ayres, so it was nice to come across this book and "catch-up," as it were. Naturally, Pam's subject matter has evolved over the years to encompass her experiences as she's grown older, so some poems and short prose pieces have a slightly darker tone than I remembered. But her work is still light and fun, although there's one poem that might have flown in 2007, but probably wouldn't now, unless it's meant to be read ironically. She writes vividly and evocatively about disastrous narrowboat holidays, ski-ing trips, plastic surgery, and glorious childhood days in the Vale of the White Horse in Oxfordshire.
A gentle read.