My Yorkshire weekend - Carole Bromley

PUBLISHED: 12:43 02 January 2013 | UPDATED: 22:36 20 February 2013

No two weekends are the same for York poet Carole Bromley (photograph: Michael J Oakes)

No two weekends are the same for York poet Carole Bromley (photograph: Michael J Oakes)

York poet Carole Bromley waxes lyrical about gardening, art and the joys of a good walk

I love living in York but avoid it at weekends if I can. Generally, Saturdays are for catching up and some form of exercise the gym probably though I prefer to cycle to Beningbrough Hall for lunch or load walking boots into the car and set off to Castle Howard followed by a pub lunch beside a roaring fire.

As no two weekends are the same, Ill tell you about the one Ive just enjoyed. On Saturday morning I refilled the hopper with nyjer seed and ended up cutting back anemones while the tree filled with blackbirds and goldfinches. I like gardening so long as the suns shining, which it was.

Then I walked into town because I had a ticket for a Jo Shapcott reading at The New School House Gallery, which was hosting an exhibition called Transformation (the result of a collaboration between the poet and a group of artists). It was lovely to hear the poems read while surrounded by art as, outside the window, yellow leaves fell and people walked round the Bar Walls in scarves and gloves.

You wouldnt think as you hurry down Peasholme Green that this little oasis existed, tucked behind the Quilt Museum and Le Langhe (where youll need to book but it will be worth it!).

I like writing from art so Jos talk was fascinating to me and I walked home with lots of ideas for poems. Although most of them evaporated somewhere along the way.

After a lunch of scones and jam (my husband has been experimenting, but hes not quite ready for the Great British Bake Off yet), I did some marking. I teach creative writing evening classes for York University. This doesnt feel like work. Youd be amazed how much talent and enthusiasm there is out there.

On Sunday we drove to Harrogate where we walked at Harlow Carr with our daughter and her children Jemima, three, and Elijah, one. Theres always something beautiful to admire here at any time of year. I dont know how they do it.

This time nature gave them a hand with lovely seasonal colours in the beds as well as in the woods. I dont know which is more of a temptation Bettys window display or the garden centre, which I usually have to be dragged out of kicking and screaming. The kids love a gingerbread man and then a run about on the lawns and paths and a long play in the tree-house.

Afterwards I gave them each a Michael Rosen book which Id bought at Aldeburgh Poetry Festival the previous week. Poetry and the great outdoors. Youre never too young to start.

Carole Bromleys collection, A Guided Tour of the Ice House (published by Smith/Doorstop Books), is available priced 9.95.

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