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The Hay Festival: Combining Vacations and Good Books Since 1988
The New York Times is featuring an article on The Hay Festival which, frankly, looks like a book-lover's dream. The festival, which the article describes as "Sundance for Bibliophiles," is held every year in a small village in Wales called Hay-on-Wye. Apparently, even former President Bill Clinton is a fan, calling it "Woodstock for the Mind" when he participated several years ago.The festival takes place for 10 days at the end of May, and this year the 80,000+ visitors may see the likes of Dave Eggers, Kazuo Ishiguro, Don DeLillo, John Updike, Clive James, Julian Barnes, Ali Smith, Patrick McGrath, Jeannette Winterson, Doris Lessing and Jaqueline Wilson, all of whom have appeared recently.
Really interesting read. I'm thinking next year, when my husband and I plan our annual trip to the UK to visit his family, we're going to have to figure out a way to pass through this neck of the woods.
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Joel A May 15th 2006 6:55PM
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Judi Booth May 20th 2006 3:16PM
After that Hay Festival may I suggest you head north to Scotland for the annual Military Tatoo at Edinburgh Castle in August. A spectacular of pipe bands, dancers, music and pagaentry from around the world it also attracts The Fringe, another sight to behold. After taking in the metro area continue north into The Glens where among other wonders, James Barrie's birthplace in Kerrimuir includes Peter Pan's play yard for the enjoyment of young and old. Keep on hiking/driving and the scenery will change around every turn from lush green to rocky as you enjoy the lochs and brae in the warm sun, the Heeland Coos, the kilted Black Angus farmers, the sheep who wander the carriageways with their colorful brandings, the tea, scones and marmalade offered by the friendly talkative Scots, the distilleries, the Arbroath Smokies and the bone chilling winds off the North Sea at Carnoustie Golf Links Parade. It's a magical place of which I never tire.