The scent of parquet wax and trapped sunbeams greets you as you prise open the heavy glass door and step inside. This has to be the place, and yet, if it is, where are all the books
? Noticing your baffled expression, a librarian, all tweed and twinkling eyes, approaches. 'You were expecting more books? Everyone
expects more books. At present we've only got the two ' down there in the WW2 section (he gestures towards a shelf-lined alcove watched over by a large ceiling-mounted model of a Short Sunderland). Additional volumes should be arriving soon. Assuming, of course, visitors like yourself are willing to do their bit.'