After Jonny Fluffypunk Saturday night, 16 poets and WLF committee members met at the gates of Cripplegate Park on the other side of the River Severn for a Solstice walk, it being Midsummer’s Eve and all.

We needn’t have worried about passing nightlife, we were not heckled by any drunks, we managed to intimidate a boy on a bike and a dog walker with our presence and other than that it was small groups of hotel dwellers, tourists even who were rather polite about everything.

I think I was more excited than worried – can you recall the feelings you had about your first sleep-over as a child? It was like that. Staying out late with a bunch of poets, talking and walking. The other good thing was we were able to chat – we all get along (remarkably well for people who compete for titles and awards against each other)…