Spud

Rummaging in the bookcase I came across a little 'book' - in reality an exercise book - that I treasure, entitled Spud. Written by my mother at a young age (possibly in primary school) and subtitled the Autobiography of a Nosy Pup, it tells the tale of a West Highland puppy.

I would have liked to blip every one of its 48 pages, but this would  be too disjointed for the reader so I have put the list of contents as an extra to give a idea of the style. Interestingly, there are no page numbers, merely Parts.

I don't recall her telling me whether she knew any West Highland Terriers, though the family did have a spaniel called Dap - I do like these short un-fussy names.