Tail Feathers from Storm Ciara

I love Frome. Have I mentioned that before? I think I have. 

Last night we arrived in good time for the Frome Poetry Cafe, which is held in the Garden Cafe on Stoney Street, so I went for a wander with my fellow guest-reader, Dominic Fisher, and our partners, up Catherine Hill to the Valentine Lamp.

Sheppards Barton

The rebel in me would love to retire to Frome one day. After all, it's hardly a level walk to the shops. 

The Garden Cafe was full of people and light and poetry, which was a wonderful thing given we were still riding the tail feathers of Storm Ciara.

Crysse had chosen as the theme of the evening 'New Beginnings, Green Shoots' and it made for an uplifting, hope-filled evening to set against the dismal time we've been having lately.

And it's always good to catch up with, and listen to, poetry friends from outside Bristol. 

B Anne Adriaens

Oh, so that's what's in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction ... Moira Andrews' poems.

Kate Semple

Mike Grenville

Dominic Fisher

Photo by Dave Goodman

Photo by Dave Goodman

Snow moon and street light