Last week my book club went on a jaunt, over the River Severn and into Wales. I thought we were going to the Cardiff Memorial Stadium. A stadium sounds like the place for a sports event or a gig with thousands of spectators, big lights and razzmatazz. However, I hadn’t been paying attention and we went to the Wales Millennium Centre and I knew we were going to see something literary, and it turned out to be an event organised by the Hay Festival.
The Hay Festival of Literature & Arts, better known as the Hay Festival is an annual literature festival held in Hay-on-Wye, Powys, Wales, for ten days from May to June. Devised by Norman, Rhoda and Peter Florence in 1988, the festival was described by Bill Clinton in 2001 as “The Woodstock of the mind”.
(Wikipedia)
We were going to a poetry evening, “After Hours” and we were introduced to a whole tranche of gifted new poets of a variety of styles and sharing a variety of subjects within their work. They were all interesting, engaging, intriguing, and although obviously we each had our favourites, we agreed they were an exciting bunch with great futures ahead:
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Lois Elsden 