First book in a series about life as the headmistress (and indeed one of only two teachers) in a village primary school in 1950s England, originally published in 1955. It’s fiction, but clearly drawing from personal experience. The idiosyncrasies of village life are observed with a gently wry tolerance, and even gentler irony.
After five chapters, I think that this is a Did Not Finish for me — not because it’s a poor book, but because it’s a good book that’s somehow not quite my taste, and the To Be Read pile I can see from here contains some 40 books, at least half of which I have good reason to think I’ll like a lot better. I shall put it aside and try it again some other time, since it’s the sort of thing I ought to like.