Monday, 27 July 2009
BROUGHT TO BOYLE
I had a great time in Boyle, despite turning up at the wrong venue for my own reading...In fairness to me, I was sent to the wrong place by a local. Apparently there are several Protestant churches in Boyle. I was rescued by an audience member who had also turned up at the wrong church.
The audience was select (meaning small) but they were friendly, enthused and welcoming. I enjoyed doing the reading - I don't always - so that was good. One of my new poems, about pregnancy, got its own separate round of applause which was lovely.
It was Baby Juno's first poetry reading - (my 2 boys generally steer clear; after years of readings, they've had enough). Juno, very co-operatively, fell asleep.
The Arts Festival is vast and they have two stunning art exhibitions on - one featuring locals, the other one featuring professionals at King House. Well worth a look here.
Boyle itself is a small market town, buzzing with life and history. It has lots of brilliant old shopfronts and window displays - I took a few pics (above - click to see bigger). I love seeing towns retaining these great pieces of our vernacular - they're so important. Maybe now that the Celtic Tiger has run off, we'll be more inclined to value what we have.