At the heart of Busy Corner Books there is a simple, cherished memory.

In May 2007, around quarter of a mile from our newly purchased countryside cottage, at the end the hogweed, daisy and foxglove decorated lane, there was a small fork shape in the road — with a triangle of grass in the middle. 

It was there we met villagers while walking our dog. We would exchange casual conversation. Being from the city, this connection felt both friendly and strangely new.

We shared updates about our cottage renovation; learned news of Mrs Woodstone's missing gloves, and how Mr & Mrs Smithson had finished cleaning the old phone box,  ready for the new home-made village swap-a-book library. We were offered verbal contingency plans for when the young bullocks escaped, and how to help an egg-bound hen, while being on the look-out for an unfriendly village pheasant, now taken to chasing anything within its path, especially during Springtime.

Split conversations would pause with quiet excitement—

"Look… a buzzard… the swifts are early this year, a barn owl… a deer… a badger… bats!"

There was something surreal yet comforting about it all, with just a hint of feeling like we were living in a dream. But avoiding conversation, out of the question - this was our new society,  our community, people being genuinely friendly and helpful. Plus, did you know, there actually is a group keeping regular hare count?

And so, we affectionately named this place chatty place, Busy Corner.

From this shared humble space of acknowledgment and connection… my continued love for journal writing and as counselling/psychotherapy training ended, Busy Corner Books was born through the huge learning curve of self and mainstream book publishing.

And so, from our small corner of the world, from everyone at Busy Corner,
             Welcome,
                             ...and, enjoy your journey.