Sunday in Kenilworth
Mar. 20th, 2016 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylFollowing on from last night's fun, most of us met up for a walk and lunch in Kenilworth. Missing were SA and NZ, but RJ's family came along giving us the same numbers as last night.
Starting close to the castle we went for a very gentle amble over the fields, walking a relatively short circular route in a couple of hours. I spent almost all the time talking to OC, who needed to unburden herself about the horrors of her current teaching position and the general strains of being an academic.
(One of things I've taken away from this weekend is just how terribly stressful academic life is these days. Despite being the brightest of the bright, most of them have to move from one position to another, while even those with secure positions are under constant pressure to publish, and in the right sort of journals. In rather glad my career has taken a different course)
We arrived at the pub just in time to order lunch before a group of twenty people arrived to populate the next table. Halfway through, I realised that although we'd arrived in three cars we only had two going back; MK's housemate had had an accident the night before and she went back to check on them rather than staying to eat. In the end we managed to squeeze eleven people in two cars. The back of my parents' car was a bit of a tightight fit: SM had to put her arm around me and we were alright as long as we didn't breath too deeply...
Starting close to the castle we went for a very gentle amble over the fields, walking a relatively short circular route in a couple of hours. I spent almost all the time talking to OC, who needed to unburden herself about the horrors of her current teaching position and the general strains of being an academic.
(One of things I've taken away from this weekend is just how terribly stressful academic life is these days. Despite being the brightest of the bright, most of them have to move from one position to another, while even those with secure positions are under constant pressure to publish, and in the right sort of journals. In rather glad my career has taken a different course)
We arrived at the pub just in time to order lunch before a group of twenty people arrived to populate the next table. Halfway through, I realised that although we'd arrived in three cars we only had two going back; MK's housemate had had an accident the night before and she went back to check on them rather than staying to eat. In the end we managed to squeeze eleven people in two cars. The back of my parents' car was a bit of a tightight fit: SM had to put her arm around me and we were alright as long as we didn't breath too deeply...
