That would be me. Crumbling round the edges, ripe for restoration. It’s been an intense few months, and I find myself once again at Gladstone’s Library in Flintshire, taking part in an academic seminar, working towards that professional doctorate. I’ve been coming here three times a year for three years for the same purpose, have another three years to go.
This time, for the first time ever, I turned up and reported no progress. I’ve seen others do this, and now it’s me. Regular readers will know I’ve been doing a few odds and ends elsewhere, which have meant academia has been off the bottom of my list. No-one had berated me, people have listened, encouraged, suggested strategies and offered help. It all matters and I am grateful. I am, for now, restored.