Cumbria spring

I returned this morning from a magical couple of days in Cumbria – seem to have hit just the right weekend as the ┬ásun shone and the temperature rose. And though the locals tried to pretend it was always warm and sunny in the Lake District, the expression of shock/surprise on their faces gave the game away. Words by the Water is a festival that clearly treats its speakers well and was friendly and welcoming into the bargain. I was on at the same time as Martin Bell (he in the big auditorium, me in the studio) and though I suggested he might like to redirect a few surplus punters in my direction, it wasn’t really necessary. My audience was attentive and asked lots of questions afterwards. One that I had vaguely thought of myself: How would Nancy have reacted to the knowledge her mother was a fraud? The only honest answer is that I don’t know. But how interesting it would be to be able to talk it over with her.

Looking down at the Lake, from outside the theatre

Looking down at the Lake, from outside the theatre

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