By Rosie Ifould
Joanne Lacy of the mobile library service picks up books on a verge in Powys, 1993
This was my first job as a librarian. There were three mobile libraries in Powys, and I was responsible for the one in Radnorshire. Powys is a huge but sparsely populated county. I’d head off into the wilderness every day to visit tiny farmhouses in the middle of nowhere. You’d do about 50 miles a day, a different route each day, on a fortnightly rota.
The service was used mostly by elderly people, who might not have seen anyone else for a week or two, so there was a big social aspect to it. You’d have a cup of tea, and they’d give you presents: eggs, vegetables, flowers, a pound at Christmas.