It was not a big or an old library; in fact it was one of those low, one-story buildings a bit like an enlarged porta-cabin. Governmental cut backs I guess, even back then.
But the small economical library was situated right next door to the parsh church of Hadleigh, and its adjacent museum. I remember spending my lunch breaks in that small park that housed the museum, church and library, an X-Men comic held in one hand with my sandwiches in the other. The work-experience itself wasn't taxing at all, and the sum total of my duties appeared to be handling the Dewey Decimal system and Lost Books category. I never really assumed that my job would lead to anything, and I'm sure that my GCSE teachers pretty much thought the same! What did happen during that time however, was that I became introduced to the works and gruesome deeds of Matthew Hopkins, the last Witchfinder General of the British Isles.
