Golden moments in the state library.

I'm starting a new project on bankers and one of my starting points is in 1851, when blokes needed to offload the gold they dug up, somehow and it eventually ended up...maybe in the Bank of England.

She told me she’d be ten minutes late, which was fine. But when it was nearly twenty minutes I messaged - where are you? Shall I walk towards you?

My daughter sent a picture of a bit of the state library she was in, people at desks etc. We’re here, is this where you are?

I am outside, I said. But I walked inside anyway. I compared the picture to what I sa…