Books . . .

A cold and windy day, raw and bitter, 6 deg C and it's the end of April! Felt so sorry for the poor little lambs but at least they had their mothers to huddle up against.

Not a day for doing anything outside so S and I went into the book room at the village hall and did a bit more sorting. Local folk constantly give us donations of books and every so often we have a sale to raise funds for the upkeep of the hall. There are permanent shelves for the fiction but the non-fiction have to be stored in boxes and to keep on top of things there is always ongoing filing and culling to be done. This is just one corner, there is a whole room full!

Even on a cold miserable day being surrounded by books is somehow comforting!