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  • How do you do?
    I'm Jamie; an incurably-curious, hopelessly-idealistic, vegetarian, polyglot-ish plant scientist at Cambridge. I spend too much time listening to music, wandering around the countryside, and eating apples.


    penchants: forest walks, benjamin britten, mediaeval history & literature, eastern philosophy, obscure tea blends, copperplate, twilight by the sea, quantum mechanics, thunderstorms, fruit trees, early music, dragonflies, postcards, underground railways, gardening, vapour trails, tiny art galleries, volcanic islands, moths, Virginia Woolf, gin cocktails, travel journals, mountain air, handwriting, continental cinema, bow ties, Lebanese food, historical linguistics, archery, all things Icelandic, & bitter-sweet lemonade.
    Thank you for stopping by; do say hello.

    Just back from a lovely evening with friends from sixth-form. Aah, how old we all are now.

    One of my friends has (for some reason) been constructing a miniature house for me in fits and starts over the last year or so. When she came to visit me in Cambridge today, before she leaves to spend a year in Australia, she brought the house with her. I especially like the personalised miniature books and the biscuit barrel that does indeed contain tiny biscuits.

    At the symposium I was attending in the Peak District, I met some fantastic young researchers working on very interesting projects. A couple of them also inspired me with their tales of wandering and wild camping in places like the Czech Republic, Carinthia, and Macedonia. I’m so desperate to do the same.

    Vita Sackville-West as Virginia Woolf’s Orlando in 1928. Forgot to mention that I saw the original manuscript of Orlando at Knole the other day. :)

    Vita Sackville-West as Virginia Woolf’s Orlando in 1928. Forgot to mention that I saw the original manuscript of Orlando at Knole the other day. :)

    Back in the Fens this evening.

    Another morning walk.

    Looking up to Mam Tor.

    Peveril Castle, Derbyshire.

    Plodding back along the valley bottom to Castleton after a couple of beers at a pub in Hope.