Joel’s photos from the Lincoln Drift 2014.

Frank looks like he's enjoying himself.

Frank looks like he’s enjoying himself.

That way, I said, and they all ignored me.

That way, I said, and they all ignored me.

Celia takes stock.

Celia takes stock.


Annie writes.

Annie writes.


Claire looks thoughtful.

Claire looks thoughtful.


Chelsea also is thoughtful.

Chelsea also is thoughtful.


Ranin looks worried.

Ranin looks worried.


Pigeons on the roof, alas.

Pigeons on the roof, alas.


Cathedral.

Cathedral.

Photos of The Drift and Symposium.

Ah Books!

Arty Farty Tree Sky

Obligatory Swan

Bike in Window

Cathedral

Church Wrapped

Cubist Child

 

Lovely Colour

More Bloody Swan Stuff

Shop Window 1

Shop Window 2

Stuffed Foxes Stuffing

Watch This Space

SYMPOSIUM AND FINAL GROUP MEETING, Wed 20 March 2013:

Many thanks for Sam Hawksmoor for coming to talk to the group.

Sam Hawksmoor

They Buy BooksThey buy books. Laura, Sam, Ian and Matt.

Class of 2013

(Matt Ellis, Laura Clipson, Phil Redpath [tutor], Tina Daley, Mido Elwaheidi, Stewart Norvill, Shirley Bell, Cassie Cash, Ian Turner, Rosie Temple). Mr Steve Blissett absented himself but we shall find another picture of him.

 

 

To Drift or not to Drift?

Consultations, debates, referenda, plebiscites and digital riots are taking place as to whether tomorrow’s planned Lincoln Drift by the Writing MAs is going to take place, given the presence of SNOW.

At the moment the temperature’s higher than yesterday (no wind chill factor) and there isn’t much of the damned stuff lying about – certainly not in town, anyway.

In the meantime, here’s a light piece of my prose you may care to read over The Fortnightly Review:

OUT OF MY window at the moment I can see a hesitancy of snowflakes in the garden. They look and move more like small white moths than snowflakes, rising and falling in the breeze. There aren’t many of them, thank heaven. It’s March already and still the winter, like a less-than-ideal guest (Cyril Connolly, for instance), can’t bring itself to leave…