Blott - by Adam Price.
I'm back from Charney now - Charney Manor being the place where the annual Scattered Authors' Society's conference takes place. It was, as always, wonderful. Squadrons of swifts screamed over the lawn and round the wings of the old house, as they must have done for hundreds of years, while authors chatted below. We had an investigation of creativity and dreams, a shamanic spirit journey to bring back answers to our problems, and we had an uproarious and fiercely competitive quiz, followed by a game of pass the parcel, where respected authors howled like eight-year-olds. All the while surrounded by the warmest, most sympathetic, understanding people possible. It's worth joining the SAS for Charney alone!