This past weekend I was in Scarborough, North Yorkshire for the BFS Convention, my first one after six years of absence. A great occasion, where I met many people, some writers I have reviewed, others not yet. Most of them walking smileys…some stony faced.
The Grand Hotel stood on twin abyssal columns with a geodesic sense that gave its windows and statuary an appearance that they had not been cleaned since 1923. My room was just off the gothic balcony and above the seedy English Twin Peaks cabaret.
Above geode was garnered in the hotel.


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