It seems that it is 7 years since I last won a prize for writing poems. But, there again, you don't win anything if you don't enter anything.
The Italian Chapel, Orkney was judged the winner in a field of 9 poems on a theme of 'recycling'.
I congratulated the judge, who was not present, on a fine choice. It is a privilege to become a part of the history of the society and join the list of winners of the Rummage Cup, so called because it was bought for the purpose from a rummage sale many years ago.
The poem is included in The Perfect Murder.