A listed building which started life as a railway station. Thousands of books. Poetry between bookshelves. Electric trains on top of bookshelves. A buffet where the buffet used to be. Huge coal fires not worried by smokeless zones. Seating for reading.
I pushed the boat out and bought 3 books one of which I am reading - by Steven Pinker.
The latest in our monthly sleepovers. Famous for its castle and collieries.
One of the poems in the spaces between books is from the Song of Solomon. Maybe premature for February, but nice images.
Arise, my love, my fair one,and come away;
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
is heard in our land.
Watch the trains