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SOUTH
May 2002
Mottistone Manor
Isle of Wight
NORTH
October 2002
High Force
Upper Teesdale
County Durham
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Vane Women of the North East and Shore Women of the Isle of Wight have produced a joint anthology of poetry Rewriting the Map (See Press for the Press to order). The book was launched in October 2003. This is the end of a journey that began with a meeting at the Poet's Table in Portugal . . . The story of that meeting and notes of our exchange visits in May and October 2002 are below. North and South have never been on such good terms!
Samples of work in progress by Vane Women during the collaboration are posted here. Not all were finally selected for the book. Photographs taken on the visits are by Pat Maycroft. |
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Today trees that might be great great grandchildren of saplings
RESTING PLACE
After 200 wearisome years of being bumped, jogged and dumped
the length and breadth of the true North,
up and down the old A1, across the Pennine Way
coast to unending coast, Cuthbert's bones had had enough.
From Lindisfarne to Kelso, Edinburgh to Ormesby, Cockermouth
to York by way of Darlington and Ripon, there's a limit
to the number of churches one wants raised in one's name.
The worms long since given up and gone, all he wanted
was cessation, deep eternal rest for profoundly weary bones.
But how to signal this to clerics whose lifetime pilgrimage
was this? No place apparently the place to call a final halt.
Cuthbert's bones passed by, tower loftily,
shimmer gold leaf on the Wear below the loftier,
impossibly man-made towers of the cathedral,
built where his bones refused to budge. As mine would,
as mine, had I all this to remain within forever -
resting-place that, in this moment, upstages heaven.
THE STORY . . .
It all started around the Poet's Table in Portugal where Marilyn Longstaff of Vane Women met Pat Murgatroyd and Lydia Fulleylove of Shore Women. A plot was hatched to bring the two sides in contact. It is a real tribute to the tenacity of the original plotters and the subsequent teamwork that the book was produced and enjoyed a double launch.
MAY 2002
Vane Women went en bloc to the Isle of Wight over the May Bank Holiday weekend, guests of Lydia Fulleylove and Pat Murgatroyd and their group of women writers.
We can report we had a marvellous time with Shore Women. We stayed at a grand manor house and were pampered with log fires, wonderful food (cooked by Shelley, Harriet et al) and extra-curricular partying in the evening. They took us on walks over the Downs, through bluebell woods and even for a dip in the sea (Distinctly chilly).
Don't think for a moment that the visit was a soft option . . . Shore Women are tough on exercise, and we are talking creative writing exercises. We had daily sessions which set the pace for the hard work ethic of the weekend. We came away with a great respect for their discipline and diligence.
Vane Women did contribute to the party spirit. We danced unflaggingly to Abba and other retro tapes and even created a new dance technique based on remembering Esther Williams swimming routines from old Hollywood movies. This entailed lying on the floor in a circle and slowly "swimming" round to form a flower shape. (Perhaps best to draw a veil over it - Ed.)
OCTOBER 2002
A staggeringly grand weekend was spent with Shore Women of the Isle of Wight on their exchange visit - October 24-27. They had wished to see some glories of the North. One of these was upper Teesdale with its great river, Low and High Forces (rapids and waterfalls for the non-Northern of our readers). So off we went in three parties: The Boggers (Boot on Grit), the Gawpers, and the Saunterers.
The advance guard of the Boot on Grit club (Marilyn, Jackie, Margaret, Pat) had spent the previous Sunday reconnoitering the walks and had ended up in a mucky field (the term is literal) and had to negotiate with Cold Comfort Farm to use their highly protected roadway to get back on track.
The Boggers did the biggest trek - up the Pennine Way to High Force then crossing over the Tees to t'other bank (Note Northern elision) and back on the Drover's Road.
The Gawpers had the middle route - along the river to High Force and back - plenty of time to gawp (Northern word for take a long look at).
The Saunterers had a little trip to Low Force and then went by car to High Force.
The previous night it had rained in torrents and enraged the river so much that it was in spate (Northern word for swiftly flowing) (How many more of these? This is a World Wide Word Web! - Ed.)
The sky was blue as a harebell. The river's dark brown peaty water was thrashing and churning in a very satisfactory way. Every stone in its path had a white frilly cuff. And on the water was this mad dazzle of sunlight.
We also took the Shore Women to Durham Cathedral and the Angel of the North. Weather was fine for that visit too. The Force was with us, one way or another.
We had several joint creative writing workshops and lots of wonderful food mainly provided by superb chef Wendy Iliff.
Darlington Arts Centre was our base camp and seemed to produce coffee, snacks etc. at just the right moment. Somebody must have been the Programme Supremo! (Dot Long - Ed)
We sent them off home with wonderful memories of the North. On this day the South was obviously jealous of all the appellations given to the North by Shore Women: grand, tempestuous, etc. and it took them 29 hours to reach the Isle of Wight courtesy of GNER andVirgin non-trains.
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