There were hairy men...
...and smooth ones. Ross Wilson I think, and his work was rather to my liking.
Fine books in the bookshop...
...and frightening things behind the gladioli.
Run!
No wallflowers but this one.
A very friendly poetry festival, featuring more poets than I've ever seen before in my life. And Callander serves High Teas! Result.
Thanks to Sally Evans for organising it all (and that includes provisions for the poets).
More details here: http://www.desktopsallye.com/page22.htm
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