Pat Kingwell

So many fond memories but this means a lot to me. When my son Jack was about six or seven I took him to The Poetry Library. While I browsed the shelves Jack used to watch videos, and he especially loved Michael Rosen. The library staff were always so friendly and it became a regular part of our lives. After the library we would go for a drink and cake in the cafe. One of our rituals was taking turns in rolling a small coin down the groove in those lovely wooden stair banisters. Mischievous I know, but it was irresistible fun.