Wildlife

So I survived another birthday. Lovely mini holiday in West Wales with my beau, an intimate acoustic set from Patti Smith in Laugharne before I headed off to do a mini gig as part of the Jam Bones crew of Cardifferent poets at a blustery first outing of Dinefwr Literature Festival . We performed in a flappity tent on the Saturday, but many of the acts were forced indoors due to the bad weather . Still, I managed a walk in the woods and over marshes, spotting deer etc and dosed up on a fair bit of good country air. I also proved my poet credentials (bad at sport and coordination) in a game of boules with Nasty Little Press and was read a Revolting Rhyme by Mr Joe Dunthorne during a patch of sunshine. (He read this one:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5DS2DnsJ04 ). I also waved farewell to my trusted travelling companion - my starry tent - who had survived a decade of festivals, but finally snapped this weekend. Sob sob. I think I have to admit that me and camping are almost thro...