This post must be quick – there too much going on for anything else! I’m lucky enough to be at the Hay Literary Festival under sunny blue skies (well, actually I’m in the library because my laptop experienced the Blue Screen of Death this morning…eeek!).
After a hectic train journey where trespassers on the line gave me 20 seconds to make my connection, I dashed into a marque that sparkled with stars. No, really, the black roof was lit by hundreds of little bulbs. The audience tramping in oohed and cooed at it much more than they did at the sight of me. There were 120 children in the end, all oohing and cooing. Luckily my radio mic put a stop to that!
We talked stories. Beginning and ends, heroes, villains, golden caves, giant poisonous hamsters, flying hounds and wolves with black hearts. They imagined underground worlds and told me what they smelled of (nothing you’d want to eat off). They killed beasts and defeated legions and we were all home in time for tea.
I read to them, and the Year 7 boys stared at me as though I was Anthony Horowitz playing Dr Who. At the end they clapped. Hurray!
I am going on a book hunt now. There are more stories here in this sleepy corner of Wales than you can shake a magic wand at. I only hope at my next event tomorrow they create a few more!
Happy Festival, Everyone.