Libraries and Scarecrows.

Getting some photocopying done (not-to-scale plans – you try it!- of the allotment plots) ready for the annual open day (2nd August). But I had half an hour to spare, so dropped in to the local branch library: Great Wyrley. The county council are on some money-saving/value-for-money in the future “consultation” and there is an umpteen complicated, tick-box questionnaire to fill in to “advise” the process. English and modest to a degree I fell I am not totally unintelligent, but these questions and the possible answers suck the soul to distraction!

The bottom line is that they are trying to close local libraries (though it is dressed up as something far more benign). And I am transported back to the day when my school friend Richard M… came to collect me and I was allowed to go – sans adults – to the library. I still get a buzz from being surrounded by books – but this was one of my earliest experiences. I was staggered by the shelves, the number, variety and quality of books; and, being interested, as I suspect many young boys are, at the time by dinosaurs I borrowed two books on prehistoric nature. Aside from my college years I have always been a member of Geat Wyrley library. It moved; perhaps understandably to smaller quarters on the Quinton shopping precinct. Fewer books but it got more trade apparently because people could shop and “do books” in the same trip (fair enough). But now the scheme is suggesting local libraries are run by volunteers/local organisations or not at all. There’s a rush to get everyone into on-line libraries. I have no objection to on-line (hey, I’m here aren’t I?) but this seems well short of how I would like libraries to be as we grow older together. Especially that magic of being surrounded by books and being able to take one out, look at it for a while (a.k.a. research) and have the back-up of staff who know how to help.

A reflective cup of coffee outside the baker’s on the precinct then picked up the paperwork, which looks great “in print”.

Then back home to find (on-line I confess!) that the scarecrow our daughter is making – with some help – is so big it needs to be delivered in a horse box!

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Oh and to have a go at my own version: no plans, just a vague idea: to use wood bound for the fire –pit and screws scavenged from cast-off flat-pack furniture.

As usual I don’t start taking pictures at the beginning, as a good journalist would,  but did mange a few (above) during the building.

Wish me luck!

With the construction and  in dealing with the multitude of weeds that cropped up while we were sunning ourselves in Cornwall.

 

 

 

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Good luck 🙂

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    • Thanks a lot, but, for me, just seeing the “creation” come together – and, hopefully the fact that it’ll stay together – is satisfaction enough for me.

      Reply

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