A kaleidoscope of thoughts. A world of words. Cobbles, cuppas and cake. Bunting, busking, busy-be(e)ing.
This is the first time I’ve volunteered as a Festival helper. Stewarding, hospitality (green room cuppas, sarnies and cake – plus chat to all comers) and accommodation (“One year I had to find 361 beds,” said previous accommodation manager, Jo, as we washed up cups in hospitality). Well worth the efforts as I have attended far more events this year and, looking after people, to events I might not otherwise have seen – some of which have been highlights for me: The Debris Field (haunting, mesmerising, fascinating); Bang Said the Gun with Elvis McGonagall (who’s energy as performer is boundless and hilarious); Jane Hirshfield’s tenderly academic talk on transitions in poems.
Wednesday night will be MWC’s ensemble event at the Seven Stars pub (7 – 11 including musical interludes). I may be MC-ing; I shall certainly be reading.
While the general weather has been like this –
Ledbury managed sunshine at the weekend –
(Spot the poet: it’s Jo Bell dashing to another event)