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“The last place where the last bird flies”

Nineteen of us met last month in a cosy, well-lit room at The White Hart. Thanks are due to Ewan for finding the venue for us. Our theme was “nearly” and It was an interesting meeting, with some more-than-usually remarkable poems. This post’s title is a line from a poem by Graham, one of two very welcome newcomers to the group. Paul’s “A Line in the Sand” was printed in the Wells Journal on National Poetry Day, October 2nd. Gill’s “Little girl in pink shorts” deserves to reach a far wider audience. It should be in a frame on the wall at every gun club.

Unfortunately we are on the move again! The room would not have held any more unless they sat on the floor. Being opposite the kitchen it was noisy with the door open, and having no means of ventilation it was airless with the door closed. And there was no beer!

So next time, Monday November 10th, we shall be meeting in the skittle-alley at The Sherston Inn. This is a separate building at the back, so it should be reasonably quiet.
All the usual drinks are available, including tea and coffee.

The Sherston is at the junction of Southover and Priory Road. It has a car-park. The post-code is BA5 1SU. Morag will be in the chair and the optional theme will be “Remembering”.

It’s surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
– Barbara Kingsolver