… and very successful it was too. Full workshops, large audiences, good weather. Brilliant.
On Sunday evening, home after a poetry workshop on Inchcolm Island, I sat down with a glass of red wine; my mind must have been ‘prepared’ because the flavour of the first sip just exploded like fireworks in a way I’ve rarely experienced. A wonderful end to the weekend.
Here’s an amusing pic from Saturday afternoon taken by John or Ali.
