Frank looks like he’s enjoying himself.
That way, I said, and they all ignored me.
Celia takes stock.
Annie writes.
Claire looks thoughtful.
Chelsea also is thoughtful.
Ranin looks worried.
Pigeons on the roof, alas.
Cathedral.
SYMPOSIUM AND FINAL GROUP MEETING, Wed 20 March 2013:
Many thanks for Sam Hawksmoor for coming to talk to the group.
They buy books. Laura, Sam, Ian and Matt.
(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.
Another photo from Shirley’s photostream: birthday girl Laura (with cake).
Mido, Laura, Steve and half of Tina’s face.
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…