Bradford was its usual glorious, green-and-gold summer self ...
... and my fellow-collaborator, Melissa Wishart, had done my poem proud. It certainly held its own amid an impressive body of work.
Much gratitude is due to Dawn Gorman and Pey Pey Oh for organising it all.
On Sunday, it was poetry all day ...
And only the occasional spot of rain.
Best of all, we were continually upstaged by the beautiful gardens and its inhabitants.
In fact, some of the plants were quite aggressive. These are Strelitzia, which seemed to be impersonating emus.
Rather more poetry-friendly were the ducks.
Who knew they were so into it?
The hen duck decided to join in and rebrand it a poetry waddle ...
... until the audience clapped and she joined in with her wings.
Back at home I gloated over the weekend's treasury of contributor copies ...
... the beautifully compiled booklet of the Bradford-on-Avon collaboration; Dru Marland's new canal-themed anthology, Poets Afloat, in which I have a poem and about which there will surely be more anon; and the booklet of poems about the Botanic Gardens, which the University of Bristol has produced.
Not a bad haul.