Showing posts with label Ullapool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ullapool. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 October 2012

A book festival in Blairgowrie? You must be mad!


A few months ago, being of unsound mind at the time, I threw out a question, intending it to be rhetorical, 'Why don't we have a book festival in the town?' Unfortunately, there are others out there of equally unsound mind who came back with the repeated answer, 'Why not?'. So here I am, taking precious time out from writing, to talk to book festival organisers around the country, downloading fiendishly complicated funding application forms and generally rushing round in a fever of passionate enthusiasm, nightly cooled by a cold poultice of doubt.





 I regularly attend book festivals, small and large (prefer the small) around the country so I know something about being a festival attendee. On the other hand, I knew precious little about the nature of the beast from an organiser's perspective until I started to make enquiries. Since then, it's been a steep learning curve but less painful than anticipated, thanks to the generous input from the organisers of other festivals such as Ullapool and Borders. Paula Ogilvie from the latter organisation, courtesy of Scottish Book Trust funding, has produced a comprehensive survey of book festivals throughout Scotland (currently numbering a staggering 34!) and this provides a wide range of vital information  from audience profiling to ticket pricing.


Already I have had offers of help from a wide range of people in the area. Now they just need pinning down. I'm hoping my unsound mind phase lasts sufficiently long to see this project through. All it takes is vision, energy, enthusiasm, meticulous organisation, professionalism . . . and a very brassy neck! Let's translate this vision into reality.

Monday, 4 June 2012


What a find! And I don't know how I've missed it. Just back from having spent a few glorious days in Stoer in the NW Scottish Highlands. Scenery to feed the spirit and people to gladden your heart. En route, we stopped in Ullapool and, quite by chance, discovered The Ceilidh Place (www.theceilidhplace.com), a hotel, bunkhouse, restaurant, arts centre AND wonderful book shop. The latter is run by a woman called Avril who clearly knows her books from her biscuits. The best display of Scottish literature I've seen in any independent as well as a refreshing range of children's books in English and Gaelic. I've no doubt May's successful Ullapool Book Festival helps to keep the stock fresh and up to date. But what a pleasure to chat to staff who really know their books. I could have spent a fortune (and nearly did!). I'll definitely be back and, hopefully, take in the festival as well.