This book, entitled The Smaller British Birds, was published in 1874. It’s one of my more intricate assemblages, with all the tiny detail of the birds and their surrounding foliage as they burst from the pages. The colours are rich and beautiful and appear to have survived the years with little or no degradation.
Rather romantically, many of the books I work on reveal little bits of their past lives to me, in a number of different ways. As I cut into this one, the scent of wood smoke was released, an evocative reminder a bygone era and a glimpse of its history.