Sunday, 18 October 2015

Cheltenham Literature Festival

When I walked out into the rain today with head bowed down and collar turned against the wind set lightly at my door, an Autumn wind, I saw you standing, waiting on your platform without end, waiting for a north bound train.

Nice to roll in to Cheltenham with the Gloucestershire Writers Network.  Another spur, aye.

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