Worcester Litfest and Fringe started last night with the hand over of the City laureateship to Fergus McGonigal. Well deserved.
I was asked to be a Poet on the solstice walk on the old hills (Malvern hills) afterwards, but it would have meant not being home until around 1a.m, I was asleep way before this time.
I will endeavour to keep posting and review the events in live time from Worcester.
But in case you are faced with radio silence, know that I am active in the real world of writing and I will be back soon to tell you all how it has all gone!