|HADRIAN'S WALL (BIRDOSWALD FORT)
Approaching Birdoswald it begins to drizzle. Walking from car park to
fort I get my first glimpse of ?the wall: grey, straight, solid and disappears
into mist eastwards. The bass riff from Floyd’s wall pops into my
head and my step adjusts to fit. The Renga Platform is already erected.
of a dreich day
The warmth of douglas fir matches smiles from new-to-me-faces, I download
the rucksack to the floor (not a hard drive in sight thank goodness).
The renga begins with introductions and green tea from an iron kettle.
As six of us work on the hokku, Jake and Richard arrive in time to contribute
to the selection discussion. The morning disappears as more links are
added and, as the group begins to fuse, laughter punctuates the discussions
more often. Taking a break for lunch, the weather deteriorates and we
are all glad to be inside (well anticipated Alec!) We chat , eat and return
to our own thoughts. Over smoked fish I become more aware of the exposed
stone in the room – seemingly identical to that in the wall itself,–
and probably plundered for building work, centuries ago. Thus, we are
really writing this renga from inside Hadrian’s Wall. Yet another
thought to add to the feelings and joy of writing it.
We resume; more links, more verses, more laughter, and more green tea:
more than just a renga : a good day.
last stroll round the fort
the wind in old sycamores
September 12, 2004