Oh boy. I’m sat in an Internet cafe in Kirkwall. The Orkney bus (connecting me with Inverness and all my trains back home) left an hour ago. I’m a numpty. Coming back from Greece in ’07, a delayed train screwed me over and forced me to buy new tickets (which I recouped some of the cost of, because it wasn’t … Read More
I’m heading up to Orkney in a little over a week – a place I worked as an archaeologist for a couple of months, a place that’s in my blood enough to wish I’d been born there. It’s a place where spectacles creep up on you. (No, the other kind). Every day is a different palette. But archaeology is terribly … Read More
A story of how I went abroad, and how York followed me.
At the rear of the offices of Spring (IT) in Leeds, there’s a very interesting staircase. Apparently, at one time the building was a school – girls in one half, boys in the other, and the double-helix staircase down the middle – stairs intertwining, but never touching…. Images: Mike Sowden