TWO GENERATIONS OF FEMINISM | LAURIE PENNY
Coming to Hay Festival Winter Weekend was well worth the two days of travel. Even this morning, staggering off a freezing rail replacement bus service between Hereford and Worcester, stumbling through an icy industrial estate in search of somewhere with…
ON INTIMACY | PATRICK BARKHAM
It was a crisp, dark November evening when I first arrived in Hay-on-Wye for the Winter Weekend. I’d previously only known Hay during the glorious light evenings of late May, and the buzz of the big gathering on the green…
May the company of words build a bridge | Gillian Clarke
Yesterday we drove from Ceredigion to Hay under cloudless skies. The Black Mountains and the Brecon Beacons never looked more beautiful, the Saddle, the Fan and Hay Bluff gold, the valleys ink-blue with shadow. Now we drive west between snowy…
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