Here we are! All six writers at Hawthornden, minus one who had to return to Oxford to meet with a student. We are in the Pictish Caves! They are beneath the castle of Hawthornden. For weeks, we’d been begging Hamish to take us to the Pictish Caves, which we’d hears so much about.
“Bring your boots,” Hamish said.
Alas, self had no boots, only a pair of red sneakers.
It was extremely dark, dank, and low-ceilinged, and more than one of us yelled at the top of her lungs upon encountering a spider.
The tunnel begins beneath the castle, and opens up to the cliffs, and to the river.
We did it! We did it! We Happy Five conquered the Pictish Caves! Self is in the middle, poet Joan Mcgavin is on her right, Richard and Marylee are behind, and holding on to self’s other arm is Alison Amend, whose one San Francisco reading self missed, a few weeks ago. WHAAAAAA!
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.