The Donkey Cart

London: New English Library, 1976 One fine spring day we went picnicking in a party, some in the donkey cart and some in carriages. It was warm out of the wind. In a square paddy-field green needles of rice were pricking through the dark soil. On the hillock the old grass showed under the old matted grass, which was the colour of tussore silk. The sunshine was as golden as barley sugar. Barbara Walker weaves the tale her childhood years in Shanghai where her father was Dean. Walker recreates exactly the child's eye view of its surroundings companions, the events that are remembered and which may or may not be true. She also provide insight into the British community abroad, which although part of a foreign community, Somehow maintains its separateness and alienation. This is a book of great beauty and imagination. Stamps, writing and marks on IFC and first page. ---------- Orders of $100.00 or more are shipped using tracked courier delivery services. Size: 32mo - over 4" - 5" tall