A summer comes to an end…

…and, bar a research trip to Carradale, thoughts must, inevitably, turn to the education of others. This summer I’ve not watched much, but I have read things. Here they are. A Naomi Mitchison obsession develops. Walter Tevis’ Mockingbird turns out to be wonderful. Ballard – no more required. Love, communication and rabbits were all on the bill. No Wodehouse, what?