Walking out of the dorm. Autumn is coming along nicely.

Harassing the sheep that live next door.

My underground station.  I don’t have to take the train because the British Library is only 20 minutes away on foot, but I like to anyway.  Trains are cool.

Arrival at King’s Cross/St. Pancras.  Not quite as magical as it sounds in Harry Potter.

Walking toward the BL.

Courtyard and entrance.  Can’t say I’m a fan of the architecture, unfortunately.

Sculpture based on William Blake’s Newton.

The lobby.

Yes we can!  (On a side note, people here are just as excited about the election as Americans are.)

A bit busier than usual due to a children’s activity day.

The King’s Library (George III), behind glass at the heart of the building.  My friend Graham says, “Oh, we celebrate July 4th, too.  You know, pruning the dead wood and all that.”

In the locker room, putting my notebooks in the mandatory clear plastic bag which is all you’re allowed to take into the reading room.