I wish I could tell you we drove home from Alnwick last night under a moon like a ghostly galleon. In truth the fog swallowed so much of the world that it seemed as though we were stationery on one fuzzy-edged patch of road, and the A1 itself flew us home like a magic carpet.
Huge thanks to Ann Porro and the poets of Bailiffgate for inviting me to perform at their monthly gathering. It’s a very pleasant evening, and obviously the start of a diverse and enthusiastic poetry scene. Bailiffgate Museum is a beautiful venue, I enjoyed the way the old church’s wooden ceilings bounced sounds around – it encouraged me to finish with a particularly musical version of Monsoon, after having done a run-through of poems from various non-Moon projects. And I liked the way the floor was open to people reading their own work, but also reciting classic poems, and poetry written by their loved ones too – we had comedy, pathos, patriotism, and the mating habits of slugs. Splendid!
So I sincerely hope to see all of last night’s crowd again on 7 May when the show comes to Alnwick Playhouse. After chatting to Jo and Nicola at the Playhouse, we’ve decided to put it on in the upstairs bar, which will be deliciously intimate, and will allow me to play about with performing up and down a short flight of stairs! Northumberland audiences are invited to bring along favourite postcards from their own travels, which we will use as bunting to decorate the space…
You can book tickets for the Alnwick show online here, and join the six intrepid souls who have already signed up.
And you can absolutely help me plan a night of loveliness by sending me your favourite chai tea recipe, if you have such a thing?