One of the primary reasons we drove down to Victor Harbour was to visit this used bookstore. The sign in the front door makes it clear that the store is owned by someone who really doesn’t care if he sells a book today. Or tomorrow. Or ever.
We arrived at 2:30 in the afternoon, and as you can see from the bottom sign, it was closed up tighter than a bull’s lips at flytime (to paraphrase my farmer father.)