Evening all – it has been a hectic week as usual here in the cultural hot spot that is Barrow in Furness. Working backwards, I’ve been away all weekend as an extra staff member on a residential trip for 30…
Sunday Poem – Lindsey Holland
Today I was supposed to be running the Great North-West half marathon. However, with my dodgy inflamed tendon and random hip pains I decided it probably wasn’t sensible. In fact, yesterday, after doing 5k at Barrow Park Run and having…
Sunday Poem – Keith Hutson
It has been a funny old week this week – overshadowed by the poet Graham Austin’s funeral. It was sad and funny all at the same time. Graham’s son and two daughters read beautiful eulogies for him which were really…
Sunday Poem – Graham Austin
I’ve just got back from a really enjoyable evening playing the trumpet at a fundraising concert at St Mary’s Church. It’s been about a year since I played any solo stuff on the trumpet but I really enjoyed it. The…
Sunday Poem – Michael Conley
While a lot of the country has been covered in snow, Barrow has been basking in winter sunshine. We have had two days where the sky is that crisp kind of blue you only get when it is cold, which…
Sunday Poem – Roz Goddard
I am so relieved this week is over. It has been filled with the misery of the annual tax return. I think I’ve spent about three full days on it. Every year at this time I make a resolution to…
Sunday Poem – Allison McVety
This week has gone by really quickly – it’s been pretty busy but in a manageable way, rather than a manic way. On Monday I drove to Kendal to pick two of the young writers, Ellie and Lizzie who attend…
Sunday Poet – Gill Nicholson
With the thought of some of my readers who assure me they look forward to the Sunday Poem and often sit up waiting for it with matchsticks in their eyes to keep them awake, I am determined that this post…
Sunday Poem – John Foggin
This week has been a strange one – in some ways it feels like the laziest Christmas/New Year period I’ve had for a long time. The husband has post-viral fatigue syndrome – which I had a couple of years ago…
2015 Residential Poetry Courses
It is quarter past midnight and once I’ve finished writing this, I’ll wake up and it will be the morning of New Year’s Eve. Tomorrow I’ve somehow managed to make my day quite busy but filled with nice stuff. I’ll…