“Duskily glowing, I always think,” murmurs Mem Library, as if to himself.
“What are you burbling on about, now? Do I detect a recurrence of literary reference, august friend and neighbour?”
“You can hardly blame me for being a bit literary, what with all my books – and that ‘duskily glowing’ just seems to capture how the mid January evening sun feels on my flank of an evening – lovely, you know? And it’s from Edward Thomas, y’know; he’s one of ours, a Steep fellow.”
“I suppose it’s fine for you to be a bit pleased with yourself – ‘most beautiful school library, jewel of the late Arts & Crafts’ blah, blah blah! It’s not fair: lots of interesting things happen in your much visited, Grade listed 1 interior – and you are so warm; here I am with my lovely crucks, my bold austerity, my Powell clock, my Grade 1 status too, my sleek benches and all I have is some music and a bit of LAMDA – not for me the constant patter of student feet, those fascinating exhibitions of warriors and that recurrent lovely shhhh! Sound –“
“It’s your benches – they are too many – and they are too hard.”
Mem Lib and his bosom adjacent pal, Lupton (nee New) Hall have these kind of ruminative talks, as befit the products of Ernest Gimson – and, of course, the two most distinguished of Bedales’ buildings.
The reflective silence is broken by Lupton’s tentative thought:
“The new one’s coming on all right.”
“Art & Design, you mean?”
“Yes, it’s all been so quick – one moment those disreputable sheds are there, the next another big one is springing up – and quite close to cousin Steephurst too – “
“Not that close, you old fusspot, just cosy.”
“OK, cosy….. I like her cladding – a bit like that Orchard Building you are so snooty about.”
Mem Lib gathers for the kind of portentous statement you can make if you are such a jewel of the late Arts & Crafts movement.
“I think A&D is going to be a welcome addition to the family of Bedales buildings – and that we lucky products of the great Gimson (pronounced J as in ‘genial’), we lucky few – “
“Aw, pipe down, dear Mem, pipe down…”