Back from a thoroughly enjoyable and invigorating few days in Camarthenshire and Ceredigion. Was guest poet at Word Up! in the Cellar Bar in Cardigan on Thursday evening, then ran a writing workshop at the beautiful Ceridwen Centre on Friday, focusing on place and, more specifically, on inner and outer journeys.

It was the ideal location in which to be thinking about writing landscape – West Wales is a very special area for me and never more so than at this time of year. The cliff tops and headlands blaze with gorse, the woods and hedgebanks are thronging with bluebells and cow parsley.

Once my work was done, I laced up my walking boots and hiked along the coast, taking in the exquisite little bay of Mwnt with its tiny thirteenth century chapel teetering on the cliff edge. The last time I was there, two years ago, I took shelter in the chapel from the wind and squally rain and scribbled down some notes for a Mwnt-inspired poem. I never got round to writing it, but going back there has inspired me to dig out my notes again and try to do so…

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