Kind Thoughts, Coronets and All That Jazz

I'm exhausted.

Monday mornings are usually my "forte".

Up and running for the new week is easily achieved after
a restful two days of gentle housework and hearty eating.

Not this time...

Somehow all the information gleaned at the wonderful
afternoon spent in Trinity College listening to
World Class garden writers speak
kicked in last night.

My rattled psyche spent much of the night taking
French class in an open plan school building
which, looked at in the grey light of day,
was the Edmund Burke lecture theatre and its
environs.

This is not a complaint.
Simply an explanation that it is sometimes
good to go into town on a Saturday and joggle
the old synapses.

Having taken reams of notes and snapped (in iso 1600)
enough images to give a new lecture of my own,
I'll leave it for another time to share all the extraordinary
ideas learned.

Enough to say that the Lewis Glucksman Symposium
was a glowing success
and that the speakers, all four,
should stand up and take a bow.

Lewis Glucksman Memorial Symposium