I had a lovely time at Eastercon, this year held at the Park Inn, Heathrow, which wasn’t anywhere near as awkward to get to as I feared. I travelled down with John and Sara Moran and managed to get extremely cheap train tickets from Wakefield to King’s Cross and then – since we weren’t in a rush – we took the Picadilly Line from King’s Cross to Heathrow at a cost of something ridiculous like £3.60 and then czught the free bus from Heathrow to the Park Inn. After an extremely strange and frustrating check-in (the young lady on the desk didn’t kn0w what the configuration of beds in any one given room was) and the later mysterious case of the disappearing nightgown, the hotel was comfortable and accommodating with plenty of social space, excellent breakfasts and obliging bar staff.
It was lovely to see a lot of friends from the various writing communities that I am (or have been) part of, particularly the writers from Milford and the usenet newsgroup rec.arts.sf.composition. It was particularly delightful to see friends with new books out or almost out: Jaine Fenn’s Ships of Aleph (novella); Al Robertson’s Crashing Heaven; Terry Jackman’s Ashamet.
The programme was varied and interesting. I went to some of the scientific lectures and some fascinating panels, and also took part in panels on Game of Thrones and on the writing of fantasy in history and history in fantasy – which was packed out and great fun.
On the Monday morning there was a Milford meet-up for past and future participants. I’d like to thank all the participants for managing to turn up at 10.00 a.m. on the final morning of an exhausting convention.
Next year’s Eastercon is going to be in Manchester, which is wonderful. I’ve already signed up.