Some thoughts
This morning, after I left the flat around 11, and since noon I have been perambulating around Leeds University Campus. It's the first time I've set foot in the Refectory and the Terrace Bar since Autumn 2001 when I was deciding not to continue with the PGCE. Knottingley High School and The Dixon Academy in Bradford didn't instill me with any confidence and I was having trouble paying any attention to lectures in the monolithic structure known as the Roger Stevens Lecture Halls. I've since grown to quite like Brutalist architecture, but back then it just reminded me of the awful 1970s, and I just didn't understand what the lecturer was rabbiting on about Pastoralism/Pastoral Care I thought pastoralism was sheep going baa baa or something related to the Romantic Poets; wondering lonely as a cloud? It's a poor day weatherwise and I think it's got everyone's mood crumpled. But the Allotment needs rain when I can't tend to the tomatoes. It's still Ma...