And so the Bristol Artists Book Event is over until the next one in 2015. The coffee and cakes trolley made its delicious twice-daily rounds and the enormous range of tables laden with books and pamphlets and posters and letterpress and all sorts of other wares provided an even more delectable set of goodies (less fattening, too). As ever, many old faces and many new, everyone ready to chat - as indeed are the visitors. I don't know if it's always been thus, but a number of exhibitors were in exactly the same place as they were two years ago - handy, if those were just the tables you intended to visit.
The weather played very nice on the saturday and on the way back to my parents I was delighted to see a flock (or maybe, like goldfinches, that should be a charm?) of hot air balloons making their serene way above the landscape. I've intended for years to attend Bristol's Balloon Fiesta, but I never have and I'm almost (though not quite) sure I never will. A little clutch like that, floating calmly through the evening blue, makes it feel less important. Even better, I passed a field with a balloon looking ready to launch. I have never seen that before and I was oh so tempted to park up on the verge to wait and watch. However, a sensible if spoilsport part of my mind suggested that it might take ten minutes or it might take two hours for all I could tell, so sadly I passed up the opportunity. Another time, maybe? You never know.
And that's the end of a little stretch of busy-ness, with two print exhibitions now finished and Leeds and Bristol book fairs over. However, the next book fair is already on the horizon - a new one, at the Baltic in mid-June. Gemma and I are sharing a table for that one - it should be fun.
The weather played very nice on the saturday and on the way back to my parents I was delighted to see a flock (or maybe, like goldfinches, that should be a charm?) of hot air balloons making their serene way above the landscape. I've intended for years to attend Bristol's Balloon Fiesta, but I never have and I'm almost (though not quite) sure I never will. A little clutch like that, floating calmly through the evening blue, makes it feel less important. Even better, I passed a field with a balloon looking ready to launch. I have never seen that before and I was oh so tempted to park up on the verge to wait and watch. However, a sensible if spoilsport part of my mind suggested that it might take ten minutes or it might take two hours for all I could tell, so sadly I passed up the opportunity. Another time, maybe? You never know.
And that's the end of a little stretch of busy-ness, with two print exhibitions now finished and Leeds and Bristol book fairs over. However, the next book fair is already on the horizon - a new one, at the Baltic in mid-June. Gemma and I are sharing a table for that one - it should be fun.
RSS Feed