Literary Festivals 2013


Bath Literary Festival …

The Bath Literature Festival programmes over 100 different literary events from debates and lectures to readers’ groups, workshops and films in venues throughout the city. In addition there are a number of events for children and young people.

1st – 10th March 

Bath Literary Festival.


Words by the Water – The Lake District …

This festival of words and ideas is set in the lovely surrounds of Keswick on the shores of Derwentwater from1st – 10th March …

Words by the Water.





More to follow …

Life’s Pleasures Part 2

Wine … Red or Rosé – doesn’t matter… (not enamoured with white wine though :D)

Early mornings … at sunrise (preferably not before six :P)

Gifted women of verse – Edna St Vincent Millay

I, Being Born A Woman

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and motions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body’s weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity – let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.



Gifted men of verse – Percy Bysshe Shelley


Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory –
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Listening to and Playing Music 

Messing about in the Snow  …

Followed by Hot chocolate … Yum!

Life’s Pleasures Part 1

Sleep – There’s nothing like falling into bed when you’re exhausted. You can’t beat snuggling into a soft, downy quilt, laying your head upon a feathered pillow … ahh, heaven!



Chocolate twinned with Strawberries – Yum!


Motorbikes – Grrrrrr!


Gifted men of verse – Alfred Lord Tennyson

And Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.


Cats – Purty 🙂


Gifted Women of Verse – Audre Lorde

A Woman Speaks

Moon marked and touched by sun
my magic is unwritten
but when the sea turns back
it will leave my shape behind.
I seek no favor
untouched by blood
unrelenting as the curse of love
permanent as my errors
or my pride.
I do not mix
love with pity
nor hate with scorn
and if you would know me
look into the entrails of Uranus
where the restless oceans pound.

I do not dwell
within my birth nor my divinities
who am ageless and half-grown
and still seeking
my sisters.
Witches in Dahomey
wear me inside their coiled cloths
as our mother did

I have been woman
for a long time
beware my smile.
I am treacherous with old magic
and the noon’s new fury
with all your wide futures
I am
and not white.





Game Of Thrones

By George R R Martin

Summers span decades. Winter can last a lifetime. And the struggle for the Iron Throne has begun.

It will stretch from the south, where heat breeds plot, lusts and intrigues; to the vast and savage eastern lands; all the way to the frozen north, where an 800-foot wall of ice protects the kingdom from the dark forces that lie beyond. Kings and queens, knights and renegades, liars, lords and honest men… all will play the Game of Thrones.

Winter is coming…