One of my “outings” as laureate was to be part of a walk on the Malvern Hills, together with other poets, and also to meet with a reporter for the local paper. However, all did not go according to plan and I was mislaid, hence the following blog.
I am delighted to say that reports of my disappearance have been blown out of all proportion, not that it is the fault of anyone in particular (except maybe a certain photographer who lured, yes lured, me up the Malvern Hills on a very misty morning). However, it has given poets in Worcester a few giggles and inspired a couple of poems.
Originally, I was supposed to be the first poet encountered as people hiked, marched, clawed and gasped their way around a set trail last Sunday. Unfortunately, a keen photographer thought the mist would clear higher up !!! and would thus be able to get a few good photos of the event. Alas, wet and cobwebbed grass, sack loads of various animal droppings and silhouttes of trees were all that we encountered.
Having hi-jacked a couple of “willing” victims to incorporate in a couple of photos, the photographer gamely headed back for the carpark passing the bench where I should have been sitting in residence. However, all ended well and all participating poets spent a most enjoyable afternoon together. Another “poetic journey” is planned for next year but, hopefully, in sunshine this time!
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