The Aftermath by Rhidian Brook

The Aftermath by Rhidian Brook

The first day of Winter coincided with my first cold and last (but hardly least) literary event of the year. I had to take one of those lozenges that sore-throated singers suck before performing.  It seemed to do the trick and the skilful, soothing prompts of Mr Florence really helped the session sing.  When you’ve been banging on about your book for a few months and are getting bored of the sound of your own voice you need a sympathetic, enthusiastic m.c. and a curious and willing audience to get you excited again about the thing you wrote. Am grateful for to Winter Hay for providing both those things.