Dissertation time has begun at last! And I’m feeling it,
rushing off to archives across the country (well, Liverpool and Manchester).
It’s an excellent experience but so exhausting! I feel like I’m cramming the
history of the world in my head. But it’s just cotton brokers. And man, they
are cool. But enough about that. I went to Amsterdam with Roger for a few days
to visit our friend Lawrence, who’s teaching children how to be excellent to
one another. He lives outside of the city, in a little town called s-Hertogenbosch, which was like a continental
version of York! A very cute little place, with a bustling town centre market
and a lovely little Cathedral.
As well as the
little wooden puli dog that I ADORE, one of the things I brought back with me
from Hungary was a few packets of smoked cheese called Karavan. Reka’s mum, on
our arrival at the flat had laid out a magnificent spread of meats, cheeses and
salads but the clear favourite was a pyramid of cheesy puffs. We went wild for
them and crammed them in pretty much every minute we were awake until sadly, we
scoffed them all.
