Oadby Library is stationed on a busy high street, opposite a NatWest, next to a wedding hire company.
Before I even get in there, I’m once again struck by just how many services libraries offer. It’s not just about books, although they will always form a library’s backbone.
I stop. I listen. I look.
A woman sits in a quiet corner and calls social services to ask if they can help with care for her elderly mother.
A young student comes in to enquire if she can volunteer as a reading buddy for the Summer Reading programme.
A librarian helps someone to save a file onto a memory stick and shows them how to forward and delete emails.
Everywhere I look I see signs of learning, of support.
A mother and daughter sit, leaning against one another on a sofa, sharing a book.
A student sits, writing furiously, plugged into her iPhone and her work.
A little boy walks through the room, counting his steps.
“1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.”
No one dares shush him.