Small publishers are the truffles below the oaks of any culture – hidden, valuable and the carriers of specialist delight.
They can develop from almost anything – like a meeting of creative spirits, a camping trip to the Western Isles, two novel ponies, a cat with no tail, a spell (literally) on Taransay and the enduring witchery of Islay.
Islay’s Ailsapress sprang from such a base. Continue reading











