Tea is served in traditional quaint tea sets, the ones that feel delicate with flowers painted on and tiny handles that force you to hold them in a dainty fashion, with a little biscuit completing the saucer. Another touch that makes it feel warm and homely.
In comparison, between the tables and walls of books are exhibition cabinets, celebrating spirited women, a sign of their efforts to engage members socially. I like this and enjoy the banners with slogans such as ‘women change the world‘ adorning the shelves. I feel strangely understood here, without having to say anything at all, a quiet kind of connection to the space and people in it.
Finally, my eyeline lifts to the dome in the roof bringing natural light in through delicately detailed windows. I sit back and relax, cosy and drowsy, slipping yet again further away from reality between the pages of a book.
A strange still life.