Greenbelt

A bad start

Seven-thirty. Bells and sirens. My trip to the shower rudely diverted to a cold patch of grass outside the conference centre. At least I was dressed though... those who the fire alarm woke up were less fortunate.

Greenbelt

Workshopping the wee hours

So the Wing and a Prayer weekend has started. Some food for the mind from John Bell on the meaning of festival, followed by an evening drinking, laughing and chatting with friends. Friends I'd known would be here, those I'd hoped would be here and those I'd not expected to see.

The evening rounded off with a preview of tomorrow's blogging workshop. A brief explanation of what my session would be looking at snowballed into a full-blown workshop in its own right. If the official workshop tomorrow goes anything near as well as it did tonight I'll be very pleased.