Snow topped Fells. Frosted fields. Winter sharpens ancient definition in glorious Lakeland scenery. And every year, noting steaming breath, I marvel at sheep knees and noses withstanding intense cold.
At the Maryport Literary Festival, hosted at the Senhouse Roman Museum where picture windows frame the Solway Firth, I enjoyed a tour de force from Steve Matthews (‘polymath and raconteur’) whose book Lap of Horror tells of early travellers to Borrowdale and Derwentwater.
The genius of the Brontë family came alive in Angela Locke’s illuminating conversation with renowned authority Juliet Barker. Each of Patrick Brontë’s children was shy. Writing became their means to articulate rich inner lives.
A personal and poignant reading by Grevel Lindop, the timbre of whose voice hums in his stanzas before he speaks, brought poetry’s moving power to search depths centre stage.
Echoes of Roman soldiers on the mileforts. Time-travel to walk with early Lakeland tourists. Encouragement to the shy. A great poet’s inspiring to aim high. Solway Firth’s sea and sky. Treasure of a way to spend a winter’s day.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
You paint such wonderfully atmospheric pictures, Simon. No wonder the Lake District has attracted so many great poets, artists, writers, and famous adventurers.
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Thank you! Deeper frost this morning. A Christmas card picture xx
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For those of us who weren’t there – thank you for letting us feel the day along with you..
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How kind of you to say so! Thank you. As with many such things though, there’s a sense in which you were there ‘in spirit’. You are one of my ‘literary treasures’. I’m truly delighted to think that you may really have been able to feel something of the day. ‘Art alive’ in human persons keeps us all going, eh? xx
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Indeed…that and friendship..😉 xx
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