Gladstone’s Library

Approaching Gladstone’s Library from the drive in the early evening: a municipal-style big red building, a bit like a women’s college at Oxford (all Victorian, compared to the older, traditionally male colleges of ‘dreaming spires’ fame). The moment the door opened, the association was complete: a smell of school dinners. Continue reading Gladstone’s Library

The Second Happiest Place

A weekend away.  On the recommendation of my sister, I booked a couple of nights’ stay at Gladstone’s Library in Wales.  I’d never heard of it, but it sounded interesting, even without my son being mad bonkers keen on libraries and antiquarian books.   Continue reading The Second Happiest Place