Four hours on a Saturday at the branch library
The small library in the old brick house opens from ten until two on Saturdays. I stayed for all four hours to see who else did.
Section
Places
Libraries, cafés, parks and streets, reported in person.
What a café table is for
Laptops, lunches, first dates, and job interviews all share the same small square of wood. A morning spent watching them take turns.
Reading a lane by its doorways
One short cobbled lane, walked slowly, turns out to be a record of every owner who wanted a different front door.
Who looks after the pots on the lane
Every doorway on one cobbled lane has a plant outside it. All summer I tried, and failed, to catch anyone watering them.