The sun shone on National Poetry Day, and I was lured to the seaside to add a contribution to a Poetathon held at Kollectiv Arts Centre in Folkestone. En route to the coast via High Speed train, I wrote a poem about adopting a sloth. I like sloths. Three live in London Zoo (where I ran a workshop with zookeeper and scientists earlier this year).
Marilyn, the matriarch, has featured in several of my children’s books. The adoption is a bit emotionally disappointing: it involves the zoo sending you a fridge magnet. I read my brief poem appropriately slowly, listened to some other poets then headed for a walk by the sea in brilliant sunshine, with France clearly visible on the horizon.


Sounds fun and very creative! Not remotely slothful