Sketches at the poetry reading

Last night Norman and I did something out of our comfort zone and went to our our first 'Poetry Wivenhoe' evening at the Greyhound, to hear Tobias Hill and Adrian May .. And... I remembered to take my sketchbook and pencil.. Hurrah!  Wonders will never cease.

So with a large glass of red wine in hand ... 

I had forgotten how hard it was to do the two, three things at the same time, listen, drink and concerntrate on the drawing..  Hang on, I'm a girl I should be able to do this easily... Maybe it was the wine...

We had seen Adrian once before at a book signing, he was so funny, his observations are hilarious.. So that was the sprat that caught these two mackerel.. We had to hear him talk and sing once more... I think back in the day he must have been a travelling minstrel.

Adrian Hill was a revelation, for someone so young, his poetry was so beautiful, especially the one about his granddad.. He also read from his new book, by this time I was so tired, but desperate to hear his words.. The descriptive way he writes, and the gentle way he spoke captured me. I shall be ordering one of his books from the library today..

 

Here are a couple fellow listeners..

  

This young chap had such a sensitive mouth.. I've drawn his eyes a bit too close together, never mind it's all good practice.

 Loved this man's face....

A final one of Adrian..

So... When is the next meeting?.... We can't wait.