"Knock on the door and enter" said the sign. So I did.
I stepped over the threshold and entered into the Stygian gloom that had enveloped Caliver Books. Being fair, the darkness actually covered most of the surrounding area (including the local retail park & Ikea). A power cut does that.
Undeterred I went back to the car and got the small pocket torch kept there for emergencies like this.
Holding the torch in my mouth left both hands free to search the shelves for the titles I wanted. If you've never been to Caliver Books then you're missing a treat. Two rooms (three if you count the large reception porch) full of books both new and second hand mixed with racks of paint, figures, scenery and all sorts of other goodies. Magazines stacked high and more piles of books on the floor complete the setting. All the more difficult when the only light is from a small torch!
Still I was there so why not?
I bought a copy of the Partizan Press publication "Marlborough's Last Chance" - the first volume in a history of the War of the Spanish Succession along with Chevalier de Johnstones "Memoirs of the '45". Add in the first four issues of Medieval Warfare & a fistful of second hand figures and I'd call it a good morning spent.
The irony is that just handed over the cash the bleedin' lights came back on!