The Scarborough Literature Festival was inspiring and enjoyable - both the main and the fringe events.

I will not forget in a long time a Home Office pathologist being asked whether rhubarb leaves can kill - some of the writers in this town appear to be a murderous lot. The creative writing students from the University of Hull, Scarborough campus, did an excellent performance both in diversity of work and in its quality. Then there was William Sitwell on the Sitwells and on food; drama sprung from the word flood; and moody American poetry. What a talented lot we are. I am just sorry that I could not get around to see more.

Here I am collecting contributions for my collaborative story making project 'Scarborough Consequences'. I now look forward to weaving them into a story.