We enjoyed listening to pieces which had aspects of history (albeit sometimes with a degree of poetic licence), memoir, fantasy and Forest life.
We had: a poignant monologue, ostensibly from Warren James’ sister, reflecting on the events which led to her brother’s transportation; an account of the various factors which might have contributed to Jo Cox’s murder, and some thoughts about how to build upon her legacy; humorous recollections of an ex-boyfriend’s difficult mother, who proved a very unappreciative recipient of Asian cuisine; three naughty pixies using bread to try to solve a problem set them by Professor Pi, and then invalidating their solution by eating one of the bread ‘bridges’; Digit, the endearing alarm clock, catastrophically losing all his time, and having to make an arduous journey to Greenwich in order to be reset; and controversial bulldozing wild boar repeatedly digging up a roadside verge, which then has to be put back together.
THE DEAN WRITERS’ CIRCLE
T he time’s come round again for us to meet,
H opefully bringing words that bear our name;
E ntering Bream library, we take our seat,
D ifferent in many ways – and yet the same…
E ver since the Circle formed, in ’78,
A fter first members did a writing course,
N umerous local writers have, to date,
W anted to join us, and our driving force
R emains that of our founders: to advise,
I nspire and help each one of us to be
T he best we can – a well-thumbed enterprise
E ndorsed by other groups of writers. We
R eflect the ethos of pre-Raphaelites,
S tirring creative pots; Inklings who made
C lassics together; poets who shared their lights
I n Dymock – fellow-travellers in our trade.
R estless with writing, till words bring release,
C ompanions in our strange, enchanted land
L ighten our way, and bring a kind of peace –
E ncouragement, from those who understand.