And there's always something funny: the mum who went into the adjacent bible conference by mistake, and dashed out pretty sharpish when they started talking about Psalm 24 instead of Chromosome 15; our theory that said bible class (99% female) looked remarkably like the evil WI convention from the film of Roald Dahl's The Witches; and the idea that the catering staff, decked out in old-fashioned black and white uniforms, were actually dinner ladies from the 1950s transported through time to serve us up our gravy.
I know I always bang on about it, but I’m more convinced of it with every PWSA event that I attend: being there, being together, seeing so many people sailing the same ocean on the same wonky, wobbly raft as you, is special. Some of them will encounter choppier waters, some calmer. But knowing they’re there, bobbing along beside you, makes a huge difference. We can set off flare guns and chuck each other life-belts if needed.
Knowledge arms us. We’re a goddamn flotilla.
Song is The Waterboys - Strange Boat