In terms of embarrassing confessions how does the fact that I completely missed Tove Jansson as a child rate? Pretty highly I would think, a bit like saying that you never ate a rusk before or never painted a finger-painting, but there you are. I came across a BBC programme about her a short while ago and apart from discovering that Jansson was a very fine artist and writer I discovered that she was a highly interesting woman, something I had only guessed at whilst reading The Summer Book as an adult. Well, second childhoods can arrive at any time and if you share my embarrassing confession you can take one small step here to discover what we’ve been missing. The film is delightful so please do enjoy.
You can catch the film here: