I'm off to Clifden today to read at the Arts Festival with my best writing pal Órfhlaith Foyle. It's a vast festival and I've never been for more than a day (bloody kids and their schooling means I have to do a mad dash there and back.) But, it will be nice to be out in Connemara again and to be a part of the whole thing in whatever rush-in-rush-out way.
We're reading in the library there at 4.30pm, if any of you are about.
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3 comments:
I love Clifden. There's a café/restaurant on the main street that did the best seafood chowder in the world served with a sandwich for under a fiver. I dream of going back.
Mucho Jealous.
TFE - contact them about going next year. A Poetry Bus reading. Then it'll be chowder out the wazoo for you!
I only know the one in Bristol....there's a Darfield in NZ which makes me hoot because its namesake in Yorkshire is..erm..funny, to me....ANYWAY, it all sounds very fab - and good for you - and now I'm hungry, and not a prawn in the house....
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