I was meant to keep a hand-coloured Special Edition for myself, but never did; unfortunately. I did a search for it yesterday and found a copy for sale in Bristol for £175. It seems like a bargain now given the huge amount of care that went into its creation.
For some reason I always loved the earwigs.
When I only had ten copies of the Standard Edition left I was approached by a Gallery in Cockermouth. Despite my better judgement I agreed – for the first time ever – to send books on a sale-or-return basis. None of them ever returned, but neither did the money. It still rankles. They could have gone to such better homes.