The soft water, clean air, quietness and lack of light pollution in Yorkshire was good for my skin and I slept better. One lunchtime it was too hot to eat outside; unusual in Swaledale and the farmers were out in force tedding, windrowing and baling; making hay while the sun shone.
After dicing with death for almost five hours on the M1 it was good to change down a couple of gears and drive up the narrow, winding road to Swaledale and Keld. The cottage is old-fashioned with thick stone walls, a small stone-flagged kitchen and so on.
The chairman of MP Evans (see many previous posts) did an MBA at the Henley Business School on the Thames near Henley, natch, in the late 1980s. My mind resolutely refuses to grapple with anything serious but retains trivia and I recall the first exercise he was set at HBS.
Walking to the Royal College of Music for a lunchtime concert the last stop for fuel is the Baglioni Hotel on Hyde Park Gate. I had a few minutes to spare and sat at the bar.
If you don’t have a clue what a herpetologist does, I will give you one; Gussie Fink-Nottle. That’s right, he studies reptiles and amphibians. Today’s subject (not Ken Livingston) was a herpetologist.