Should I be proved wrong and find that there is indeed an afterlife, I hope it resembles the Hay festival. I was there yesterday volunteering for an educational group, and left with the most enormous sense of happiness I've felt in a long time. Yes, it was enough to warm even my miserly misanthropic heart.
I was hoping to get word on their green credentials and policies before making this post, but as I am returning on Sunday to see one half of our current ruling gestalt speak, there will be a more complete "part two" review of the event after then.
Suffice to say I was impressed, especially with Sky's "rainforest rescue" area that encouraged people, children especially, to learn interesting facts about the Amazonian rainforest and help to preserve it. Now, rainforests are one of this curmudgeon's emotional weak spots, a chink in my stubbornly grumbly armour. I was doing fine until we sat down to watch a 3D film of an instantly engaging and mildly moonstruck Brazilian conservationist. I went from sniffles to full blown tears as acres of shorn forest panned across the screen. I'm quite sure that some other members of the audience thought me thoroughly demented.
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