Mud, and metaphorical mountains to scale...

The past few months has been an upward learning curve. An epic one. Last year, I started working in Cambridge and my partner (I call him 'The Goose') started his new job as a wholetime firefighter. We've both been through a lot, with training, moving houses, and all in the first few months of our relationship. I suspect my transition was less difficult than The Goose's for obvious reasons. That said, working in Cambridge has come with its own set of challenges, and I'm not working in the humanities anymore, which is hard work. It felt like such an intrinsic part of my life for so long that it's hard to fill that chasm. I'm being kept very busy, though, programming and setting up a large number of research methods courses. Thankfully, I am working with a team of people who I can safely say are some of the nicest I have ever met, and are terrifically good at their jobs, too, which is something I think people that have the pleasure of working with efficient colleagues often take for granted. I'm still not convinced that I'm exactly brilliant at the job (and for someone as pedantic about things as I am, that's a tough thing to live with), so I've also been trying to make some moves back to be creative and using my free time better.  

A few things a did this year, which have made me realise how much I want to do this coming year:


  • Travelled to Fanø, in Denmark, for an amber-hunting trip with my sister.
  • Learning to drive, and passing my driving test.
  • Reigniting my interest in reading, and in art. Studying them both and being unhappy at University made indulging in both of those things in an enjoyable way problematic for me. 
  • Trying new things - Pottery classes (more on this, later ... )