On Friday night, I was driving from Nottingham to the Peak District with my daughter and partner for a few days away. Twelve hours later, I was on a train from Buxton to Abergavenny, on the lookout for nine other confused academics. After a night in Crickhowell, during which I located the nine (easily distinguishable from the football team also staying at the hotel), and an awkward hour of trying to look ‘natural’ for a photographer, we were on our way to the Hay Festival where we found ourselves in the BBC tent being unveiled as the BBC/AHRC New Generation Thinkers. It’s an honour to be selected to take part in the scheme – and especially exciting to be named alongside such a fantastic bunch of fellow researchers.
Now I’m back in the Peaks, thanking my family as always for their unending patience. Loitering near the neighbouring farm in the hope of picking up a wifi signal, I find myself loving the quiet, the glorious hills, and all these sheep.
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