There was the usual in-flow of books today.
Thursday, as I may have said before, is the day when a surprising number of people decide to have a clear out and then bring in boxes and bags, and more boxes of books.
I have no idea why Thursday is the day – and of course there are other donations on other days, but Thursday is never without a lot of book sorting.
So despite the fact, always the optimist, I had a list of interesting other things planned, I spent the afternoon sorting.
Among the boxes – did I mention there were a lot of them? – I found a few little treasures.
None of them worth anything much in case you were getting excited at the prospect of a great find.
One had the marvellous title of ‘From the Romans to B&Q – a history of Wyberton’ I take my hat off to the local historians who came up with that. (They do live in Lincolnshire….)
And then there was the lovely art nouveau cover of a travel/photography book on the Norfolk Broads.
And finally, I found a diary from 1946 in which someone had almost filled with his (I am guessing from the handwriting it was a he, but I could be wrong,) translation of words from Beowulf into modern English.
And there was a notebook with more words translated.
These have no monetary value whatsoever but it was very nice handling them and knowing that someone had spent hours and hours working through Beowulf.
Perhaps,he was a Beowulf scholar and came up with a great modern English version.
I will never know, but I couldn’t bring myself to put them in the re-cycling sack.
So, just as someone must have been clearing out their parent’s home and decided to get rid of these old notebooks, no doubt someone will find them when they clear out my stuff – so one day they will end up in a sack but not tonight.