Although Angie Rogers (artist-in-residence for the Watershed) and my residency actually run through till the end of March next year, the exhibition of our work - and the work of all the different groups we've been working with - will be up at Cliffe Castle from 24 Sept this year right through till mid-Jan next year.
So, now we are being bombarded with deadlines for our work so that designers and printers, film-makers, sound engineers and lighting people can all make sure they get it ready in time.
Having my broken ankle (it's out of plaster but still v wobbly and sore!) has meant I've been forced to sit still for longer than I have done in years, so I have been able to polish up a set of 17 poems, and also write a short story ready for the exhibition.
The story came to me as a result of interviewing a Netto lorry driver called Malc one day when I was driving back over the moors from running a workshop at Saddleworth Museum. Malc was having his statutory 45min break at Windy Hill - just off J22 of the M62, and saw me taking loads of photographs of the patterns of windswept moor grasses, and leaned out of his cab (6 feet off the ground) and asked me what on earth I was on at!
I do hope you will come to the exhibition - where you can see (and hear) not only my own writing, but also lots of the work that has been produced by all the different groups I have been working with. And, of course, Angie's amazing concertina woodcut prints, and her huge drawings of her beloved reservoirs