No, Grammaretto, I was on the London end of Passmore Edwards' benevolence.
A big, imposing (well it seemed that way when you're a pre-schooler plus) oak-panelled building, whispering the order of the day and peeking only into the Adult Reading Room, where all the broadsheets were displayed on lecterns, fastened down by wooden slats to avoid nicking🤷♀️.
I have to say, the children's section was remarkably well stocked.
If anyone is interested in this Victorian philanthropist, this is one very good, tried and tested link -
spitalfieldslife.com/2016/04/04/passmore-edwards-libraries-in-the-east-end/
I hope your drive north is hazard-free.
I too had to meet up with the Probate Valuer after my DM's death.
He was, of course, right about the limited value of contents therein.
But although we realised that this would be the case, it was terribly sad to have it confirmed by an outsider that stuff that DM had personally treasured throughout her life was, in fact, valueless in the cold light of day.
I am in 😇 mode.
For the first time, I arranged for an Oven Cleaner chap to 'do' our oven, as Mr.I seems to have fallen by the wayside in his commitment.
One look and he maintained there was nothing which would justify his professional input. Apparently, I have a good 6 months left before it needs blitzing.
I think I had set my bar too high ...