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I started a literary festival

It all began at a garden party on a summer evening in 2018. Guests were strolling over the lawns or chatting in groups when I spotted my friend Victoria Summerley sitting behind a pile of her books.

Victoria runs Bibury's Gardening Club and our host had rightly thought her beautiful books on Cotswold gardens would embellish the evening.

I think both of us may have had the idea, but it was certainly Victoria who said, ‘Why don't we have a Literary Festival here in Bibury?' In the slanting sunshine,

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