Richard, you’re breaking up man!
What’s that you’re saying? Your ringtone for a hearse? Snapped the other day on Bridge Street, Stratford upon Avon.
What’s that you’re saying? Your ringtone for a hearse? Snapped the other day on Bridge Street, Stratford upon Avon.
Jackie is presenting for Nottingham Uni at a HE Learning Conference in Brum. I came for the ride, catching a string of local buses (Sheffield … Bakewell .. Derby … Burton-on-T … Sutton Coldfield …) to a city not known … Read More »
… Saturday night, June 30, in the city’s Botanical Gardens. Then we all went home.
I used to look down on Windermere as not for the serious outdoorsman; rather, a playground for water sport fiends, party animals and wannabe Campbells. That changed years ago when, having driven up for a spot of camping in Borrowdale, … Read More »
Monday morning around seven-thirty the sun is already strong. Windermere’s more serene west bank, four metres from the shoreline on my right, is gin clear. A school of tiny perch – our handsomest freshwater fish, and thirsty for learning with … Read More »
On March 23 this year, Employment Appeal Judge Mary Stacey overturned two previous Employment Tribunal rulings that my claim against Sheffield Hallam University of less favourable treatment as a part time employee could not be heard. In a judgment with … Read More »
That UK media are owned by billionaires and/or dependent on market forces is insufficiently appreciated. Even those who in theory grasp the significance of such ownership patterns and market dependence too often abandon their understanding in the face of relentless … Read More »
Saturday, June 15th, Mike and Sue hosted an afternoon garden party. Morning grey with threat of rain but by noon the day done good. Great food and drink, great company and the one bit of rain – shower causing temporary … Read More »
I’ve just taken delivery of an inflatable kayak, the Sevylor Colorado – well reviewed by experts and owners alike, and just £274 on eBay. It weighs fourteen-point-five kilos but that’s without paddle, air-pump, buoyancy aid and (my prime motive) camping … Read More »
I’d never thought to be out for so long. As Day Twenty dawns I emerge early, for reason given at end of Day Nineteen’s post, from a path-obstructing tent. I don’t yet know it but this will be the last … Read More »