Went up to Hay-on-Wye yesterday - the last day of the festival and at last, I made it! I first started Hay-Festival-going back in 1994, I think, and have missed only one or two years since then. My personal Haylights from the past fifteen years include seeing Margaret Atwood, Toni Morrison and Carol Shields - and, of course, reading there myself in 2006 for the launch of The Lie of the Land
Yesterday, I made a beeline for the session on crime fiction featuring Icelandic novelist Yrsa Sigurdardottir. Since I'm both a crime fiction addict and an Icelandophile, this was an ideal session for me and I'm looking forward to reading the recently-published English translation of her novel, Last Rituals
. Yesterday was special for another reason too as I was joined by about twenty friends for a big belated Birthday picnic. We managed to find a warm, dry, mud-free corner of the festival site and spent the afternoon chatting and eating lots of cake!
I love going to Hay out of Festival time too. My ideal day involves visiting all the secondhand bookshops in the morning, hiking up onto Hay Bluff and along Offa's Dyke Path in the afternoon, then ending the day in The Granary
for a supper of Tibetan roast! Bliss!
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