Here's the Skyros writers, and this is the beach... The town is amazing too, white cubist buildings tumbled across the rock face like sugar lumps, but it's that fantastic, indescribable, blue of the sea that stays with me, almost stronger than the autumn colours here in England now.
Sometimes it's hard to come home, but not this time - September has been deliciously mellow, with hot days and balmy nights. Tonight I was in Bristol with my friend (and co-member of Liquid Jam poetry trio) Hazel Stewart, strolling around the quays amazed at the warmth of the evening. We'd gone in for the Big Mouth Cabaret Poetry Festival Show which billed some of my favourite poets - Byron Vincent, Dreadlock Alien, and (surely the next poet laureate!) Luke Wright - but sadly the event had to be cancelled at short notice. So we took the opportunity to climb the hill to Cabot Tower, and the tower itself which gives stupendous views all around Bristol, then sat writing in the gardens as dusk closed around the city.
And best of all, as autumn begins to lose its golden Keatsian glamour, I get another blast of Greek sunshine... I'm off walking in Crete in two weeks...
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