Midsummer Night Solstice Event at Frodsham
past dripping giants,
lawns turned to marshes
to a glasshouse in a park
with Chester Writers.
It was quiet, except for the rain on the roof and the writers reading out their words, but from time to time a child flitted past in the drenched clothes of a nymph - an apparition from a dream of summer.
Many thanks to the people who read out and those that turned out on such a night to support us.