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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.
    Looks like I’ll be heading to Porto de Galinhas in Brazil for a conference in a few months. :)

    Looks like I’ll be heading to Porto de Galinhas in Brazil for a conference in a few months. :)

    Some days I feel I would give almost anything to have my own garden now.

    THE GRASS so little has to do,—A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes The breezes fetch along, And hold the sunshine in its lap And bow to everything.

    THE GRASS so little has to do,—
    A sphere of simple green,
    With only butterflies to brood,
    And bees to entertain,
    And stir all day to pretty tunes
    The breezes fetch along,
    And hold the sunshine in its lap
    And bow to everything.

    Caught the beginning of Radio 3’s Early Music Show a little earlier, and am now happily listening to Monteverdi’s L’Orfeo in a sunny, lush garden. Everything has grown so much this year; a billowing mass of wisteria is hanging over the patio, the herb border is overflowing with scented foliage, the grape vines have spread over a wall that was previously bare, and a thick carpet of cyclamen has sprung up beneath the viburnums. 

    (Source: Spotify)

    Anonymous said: hi I am so sorry but I kind of have a crush on you and this is really inconvenient

    Apologies for any inconvenience caused.

    Moved on to tackle the even larger hoard of childhood stuff at my mum’s house today. Found so far:

    • An entire notebook written in Mary Queen of Scots’ cypher and another in Anglo-Saxon runes
    • A bag full of German newspapers from the late 1990s
    • Handwritten copies of the Lord’s Prayer in over 40 languages
    • Folded-up A0 maps of imaginary islands
    • Several broken boulder marbles
    • Eleven sticks of rock from the Lake District and Cheddar Gorge
    • A miniature house made from Rome metro tickets
    • A little sack of unpolished Blue John
    • Some wonderfully cringeworthy early teenage diaries
    • A collection of mosses from a Danish forest

    Goodness only knows what else will turn up…

    Was just reading about how a place called The Dell, near the Essex village of Hornchurch, was the southernmost point reached by the great Anglian ice sheet during the middle Pleistocene. When I searched for pictures of The Dell, this image from Geograph (a site you should all know and love) was the rather fitting result.

    Was just reading about how a place called The Dell, near the Essex village of Hornchurch, was the southernmost point reached by the great Anglian ice sheet during the middle Pleistocene. When I searched for pictures of The Dell, this image from Geograph (a site you should all know and love) was the rather fitting result.