Gladstone's Library, Hawarden, Flintshire. |
I walked into the high-vaulted, Hogwarty room as the glow
from January’s amber light licked at the Gothic windows, seeping in through
leaded panes, making the oak beams glow and igniting work-smoothed, wooden desks. Dust motes danced in those slices of amber light
the way I was bursting to, but somehow I suppressed my excitement and watched the
receptionist’s lips mouthing instructions.
Her animated eyebrows said more than
her paper-thin library whisper and the pages being turned upstairs in the gallery
shouted down to me. I wanted to yell, ‘Ok, Ok, just show me where to sign!’
And I wanted to pirouette over the wonderful, creaky floor boards, hang on to the
honeyed-rope handrails, pull myself up the ridiculously quaint spiral stairs
and twirl with the dust motes through that soft amber light to a desk that
was glowing just like the Tardis before it leaves on an epic adventure and begin to
write my life, for I had the feeling, it was just about to start!
One of many 'Tardis' desks, waiting for adventure... |
Joining Gladstone’s Library as a
Reader was easy and FREE. It’s a
magical, peaceful, contemplative place with fabulous food and great coffee and
you can even stay the night!
There are all sorts of events coming up from an invitation to 'gather round the hearth' with writers and poets, to the annual Gladfest event, craft fairs, interesting talks and tours and you can even learn Greek in a week!
1 comment:
Now that's my sort of place, even if it doesn't have a barrel-vaulted ceiling and a bevelled window...
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