The Scotsman

costal memorial After walking 400 miles in Scotland I get locked inside a public library

◆ A break from camping and a dry night appealed but I wasn’t even locked in the bit where the books were writes Katharine Hay

Idon’t often find myself in a situation where I am eyeing up a disabled toilet’s window as a possible escape route.

That happened after spending a peaceful few hours getting some work done in Kirkcudbri­ght Library in Dumfries and Galloway.

Minutes earlier, I gave a nod and a ‘thank you’ to the man on reception as I was leaving. But just before heading out the front door, I went to use the toilet.

I had all my clothes washed by the local laundrette during the day and took the opportunit­y to change into a clean outfit.

Blissfully unaware of the locking up going on around me, I spent a bit of time relishing the handling of clean clothes having spent the day walking around in just waterproof­s.

But in that time, reception was packed up and all the doors locked. It was a bank holiday Monday, so I understand staff were keen to get out the door, but perhaps a little too keen.

After trying all the doors I could find, I called out ‘hello’ several times. I was met with an eerie silence. And then all the lights went off.

I saw a phone number on a billboard which was listed to use ‘in case of emergency.’ It was certainly a backup option, but I wasn’t going to hold my breath with it being a bank holiday and being in a small, rural town. I didn’t really think of myself as an emergency anyway. It would have actually been quite nice to spend the night in there — a break from camping and a guaranteed dry night. I noted there was a local section with books on the history of the area which I would have happily got lost in while curled up in the library’s snug. The only thing was the door to where the books and comfy chairs were was also locked.

Sitting in the lobby with my headphones in, contemplat­ing expensing The Scotsman for causing damage to property while breaking down a door or a window, I got up and investigat­ed escape options.

The disabled toilet had two windows which both opened. After climbing onto the window sill to check my waist and shoulder width would fit through the gap, I hopped down to retrieve my rucksack and camera bag. Humming along to the music in my ears and with a slight spring in my step after finding my escape plan I started to gather up my things. While I was taking a short video of me trying to open the doors, I was startled by a noise behind me. A concerned-looking woman with cleaning products on her stood in the doorway. The unexpected greeting caused me to freeze mid-action. Noticing her perplexed expression, I reassured her that I was trying to break out, not break in before being escorted out.

The funny thing was a day or two later, arriving in the neighbouri­ng village of Gatehouse of Fleet, I checked out the local library as a space to work for the morning and saw the very same man who had locked me in sitting on reception.