|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!