Almost, very almost run out of petrol on the road trip of the year

Is it a library?

And where are we?

It looks and feels like London, but there’s a chemist where you can buy Sasparilla, on draught.

I think it may be Manchester, but it’s certainly a library.

A library in a front room of a terrace house, in a part of the city where there are no libraries anymore.

And where not many people go to libraries.

The front room, for that is all there is, has a bow window, two shelves of books line the walls and the fireplace revolves – one side is shelved for books the other is lined with paint and clay for children to mess and create.

There aren’t a lot of books.

There aren’t a lot of readers.