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If there had been no other guest but Andrea Gibson turn up at camp, I would still be glad to have made the journey.

She is a warrior in a world that’s difficult to live in. Ferociously fragile. Speaking out for the disenfranchised.

Listening to her was a visceral experience. She cuts through. No bullshit. Straight to the centre of your being. Straight to the truth.

I took a lot of photographs this weekend. These are my favourites.

Andrea Gibson 1

Andrea Gibson 3

before the reading

“can I buy you a drink?”

a bold question to someone I’d only just met

but it was a bar, and the question’s been asked before.

nominating self for close attention can shake your confidence.

you played the barman like a musical instrument.

he, a master of his craft, slipped considerately into the rhythm of your tune

making it mine to share with you.

“I’m a little nervous” I said to him.

timed to perfection

just as the neck of the wine bottle began to tip.

then it was your turn.

“Is that all you got?  No Tullamore Dew?”

Jack Daniels sat on the shelf wondering if he would go to the dance.

as it happened, he did, for want of competition.

at the reading, you went first.

your words, I heard someone say, could have been a painting

catching in our throats at the very vision.

you shone

and you know,

Jack had nothing to do with it.

Lynn Buckler Walsh

Before I fall asleep in the second lot of jet lag I’ve experienced in the past week, I wanted to post this slide show of my last few days ‘at camp’.  More details will emerge of the amazing poets, artists and musicians with whom I had the great privilege of sharing the experience. There is so much magic to absorb and I’m grateful for the creative juices that are firing away inside of me right now.

Thank you to the amazing Cary Cooper for foreshadowing ‘exactly how I hoped it would be’ on Day One.