Performing before Princes – Guest Post by, Tallis Steelyard of Port Naain…
I travelled for a while through an area that was rustic to an extreme. I confess I was torn between heading back to the west and Port Naain, or continuing north along the river and getting further and further from home.
I eventually decided that I would let my muse guide me further north. After all, I was a wandering poet, every man’s friend, and welcome in any friendly home. Not only that travel broadens the mind and the bucolic life is a constant source of poetical inspiration.
Perhaps more importantly, I had left Port Naain in haste, and I suspected that unkind people there still wished to ask me difficult questions for which I had no glib answer that would satisfy them. It seemed sensible to deny the good folk of the city my company a little longer. Thus I continued north along the bank of the River Slackwater…
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willmacmillanjones 
Thanks for sharing, Will 😀