Libraries

I love ’em. This rather austere building is one, as you should be able clearly to see; and it is, in fact, my first place of employment, post Matriculation (which is the ancient equivalent of Year 12, they tell me).

It no longer exists. Almost nothing from my youth is still extant – not my home, not my school, not either of my first two job locations … and after that list I can no longer refer to ‘my youth’, I think.:-)

And so, both because they are very relevant to my current occupation – tryi...