On this cool and breezy May morning we have gathered inside the Masonic Hall in the Old Royal Theatre. Stepping inside the foyer from the muggy air outside, it’s like entering another time. You can smell the history in the wooden pews, leaning up against the paneled walls. You can hear it in the way the floorboards creak as people walk atop them. Two greeters at the door will welcome you, lead you in towards the hall, past the people in the foyer as they quietly mingle around a table of books with bright coloured covers and hard to pronounce names.
There are some forty seats in the room, waiting to be occupied. We are perched at the front, with a good view of where Scott and Judith will soon sit, and of the screen where a map will soon be projected.