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Shaking off the last droplets of the rain we ordered our drinks and took a seat (well, ok...I jumped up on stage to play, but I did sit down before anyone else showed up...so shhh!) to watch the bar fill up.

Willow bar is a lovely little place, made all the nicer when on stage, looking out into a bright, smiling audience from perhaps the comfiest old leather chair I've ever sat in (my monster chair is not leather so doesn't count).

The night is run so comfortably that you really do feel you are around the dinner table with friends...the glass of wine in my hand may also have contributed to that sensation.

This was my first night at Willow Tales, but I don't think it'll be my last, as, while the Halloween theme really floated my boat, I don't think the event will get any less charming and I do feel that my personal storytelling gets left in the cold a bit, hiding under the shadow of my more fantastical tales.

Perhaps I should set a goal to tell more personal tales, especially scary ones.... I'll call it my ghoul goal.

If anyone is looking for a nice night of tales, I recommend you tag along to the Willow Bar on a storytelling night and perhaps pick up the mic yourself!

    Roslyn Quin

    A writer, artisan and, of course – the Storyteller. Over the years I’ve been all sorts of everything from a two-bit crystal salesman to professional Alice in Wonderland.

    I’ve tread the boards, fought in the ring and spent far too much time covered in sawdust and paint.

    This is where I'll blog my storytelling life and the amazing folk I meet along the way.

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