Tuesday 3 June 2014

Wind Turbines


Before I apologise, yet again, for being such a lazy blogger, let me confess to an obsession with wind turbines. Yes,they are a blot on the landscape, and yet, they are so graceful and appear out of nowhere and in the most unlikely places. They have set me off on a writing spree which is something I don't turn my back on.

Meanwhile I've been walking in the Alentejo in dangerous places. Gado Bravo is the equivalent of 'Beware of the Bull.' We were a group of about 30 and even had our picnic in the 'Gado Bravo' field. I wasn't very hungry and longed to be anywhere but in a field of wild bulls. We were among the cork trees, where, I was told, the bulls don't like to go. If you believe that you'll believe anything!

On the poetry front I was lucky enough to get a place on Kim Moore's open workshop with the Poetry School and I'm also on another online course with Katrina Naomi on the use of the Autobiographical 'I'. 

Today I achieved all the printing for our Stanza group's poetry reading and left posters and leaflets at the House of Wonders. It's interesting being on the organising end for a change and it's a lot of fiddly work. I'm looking forward to the reading and hope we don't have an empty room!

I'm off to UK on Thursday for the Aldeburgh music festival again, and promise not to post any more Scallop shells or shingle. Who knows what will feature this time.

Is Venice shrinking?

Is Venice shrinking?