Milford as it happens.
The Milford blog is usually changed on alternate Tuesdays, but since Miford is on right now, as I write, we thought that we’d do something slightly different and blog as it happens. Expect random additions to this all week.
Saturday 10th September
Jacey Bedford writes:
Milford 2016 is in progress now. We all gathered in a not-so-secret location in North Wales (Trigonos in the Nantlle Valley) in various states of exhaustion from travelling – some from car journeys, others train and one intepid American came by air (in an aeroplane, probably. At least she didn’t say she’d come by broomstick or flying carpert.)
I came by car – a ten year old Ford KA, in fact. (Yeah, you can see that we SF writers make big bucks, right?) The small boot was stuffed full with my suitcase, laptop, a bag full of bottles (there’s no bar at Trigonos do they don’t mind us taking our own tipples of choice). To be fair my bag did contain a 2L bottle of soda and another of lime cordial as well as the Henneys’ Cider I know Sue likes and the Pinot Grigiot that Terry can drink without getting a migraine. I also had a bag of chocolate because – hey – Milford! I never yet met a writer who didn’t fuel up with chocolate.
And then I picked up Terry Jackman and John Moran near Warrington at the Stretton Fox, complete with their bags. We were… snug. (I’ll not say cramped.)
Milford relaxes people. The atmosphere at Trigonos is timeless and languid. You can see people sloughing off the stresses of the preparation, the day jobs and the journey in their first few hours. “You undersell this place,” Siobhan said, gazing out of the dining room window across the lawns to the lake, Llyn Nantlle. Maybe we do, but we only have fifteen place available, so overselling it would be triccky – though Trigonos is open all year round for groups and individuals who wish to enjoy the serenity of the place
So on Saturday night we ate, chatted, drank and (some of us) played Cards Against Humanity. Don’t ask. It’s a game to let your evil side loose on!