The Lowdham Book Festival

I know that some days will shine in my memory. Today the air in Lowdham shimmered in a blazing June.


Behind the walls of a village hall in Nottinghamshire


were bookstalls


leading onto a small field filled with tents



stalls

and people.


and more books.

The Primitive Methodist Chapel down the street housed another series of talks.


While this trio, from the National Trust, told tales from the workhouse of 1841.


My event was here, in the Lit & Phil tent


festooned with the poster that Simon Hicks from Seren made for me.


It worked. It drew people in


They were coming from the other end of the village, I heard. A capacity crowd, and then a few peering in from the entrance. It was one of the most friendly audiences I'd ever had with lots of good questions - and well worth the three-and- half hours it took for me to get there.