The Conference of Black Crows.

I travel deep into the South west England, through snow and ice and threats of rail and road closure, to Sheepwash and Arvon totleigh barton. Here, at a farmhouse, I am fed and watered and later on I read poems for young people from Portugal and Brazil . These are highlights of the week, the second part, from Thursday to Saturday.

Thursday is The Guardian Family podcast by Miranda Sawyer where I chose three of my favourite tunes relating to family – you can hear myself 25 minutes into the programme..

On Friday, the next morning I am snowed in at Devon. All is crsip white and Christmas-like. I walk for half an hour over the hill where the taxi awaits then wends me through the Devon Countryside to Exeter train station. And back in London while on the Bakerloo line from Paddington to Southbank Centre I see a poem on the wall – poems on the underground – called First Contact by Hattie Grunewald. Hattie is a winner of the Foyles young poets competition when I judged it. So proud.

I decide to stay in London because by 8pm I am on stage at The Old Red Lion on City Road in Islington. I perform for Philosophy Football with the gorgeous and talented Andi Osho. It is a brilliant gig and I am given a robben island football club team t shirt at the end of it – long story

The following morning – Saturday – I wake at 7am and do a walk for a radio podcast with Francesca from Clapton to Broadway. for The Hackney Podcast. It is the most beautiful and snow-filled morning. As we walk through London fields a conference of black crows hop besides us on the white fields.

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