Flambards in autumn

[shewhomust]

We went last night to the announcement of the winner of the first Flambard Poetry Prize. There were speeches, and the winner and runner up each read a couple of poems, all of which I thought were fine but none of which grabbed me - which is par for the course. There was an outside chance that I'd be bowled over by something, but the main point of the exercise was to see friends: tea beforehand with Gail at Northern Stage, then at the event itself.

We travelled by train, and I made sure to take with me the book I am currently reading, to entertain me en route: so I had the pleasure of showing Bitter Waters to the publishers of Blood Waters.