Well here I am reflecting quietly at the end of a long and fascinating first full day day.
Sharing the Festival with all of you is certainly adding to my own enjoyment, subjects I don't often write on. I have to think much more carefully about what I've heard if I'm to recount and for the record I'm taking notes with my Lime Lamy Safari fountain pen with blue-black ink and 1.1 italic nib on a Moleskine reporter's notebook, probably highly annoying for the person sitting next to me, sorry.
Tomorrow a much quieter day, just going to me talking about dovegreyreader with Kay Dunbar in the morning and Gervase Phinn's event in the afternoon...oh yes and buying The Observer.
I really should be rehearsing but the book I've been anticipating and coveting for years was waiting for me when I arrived home, my copy of So I Have Thought of You The Letters of Penelope Fitzgerald.
It's bath and bed for me, night night.