‘Don’t stop, John! You may never start again’

Morning-tide:

8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: It would be a from pillar to post kind of day. Recycling bags deposited on the drive, I headed off to the Old College to conduct two MA fine art tutorials. I’ll miss this place, once the students have been turfed out. 10.00 am: Coffee and catch-up at the Cabin with a colleague. 11.00 am: Back at the mothership: ‘Ooops!’:

11.30 am: Two further MA fine art tutorials before lunch with Pete Monaghan (for services rendered). The hail beat down upon the town; the pavements crunched under foot:

2.00 pm: An impromptu pastoral tutorial and, then, an impromptu fine art tutorial with a colleague’s tutee. I cherish the opportunity to enter into someone’s imaginative world for the first time.

4.30 pm: A PhD fine art tutorial (in my capacity as second supervisor). This has been a day in which I’ve witnessed awakenings: movements toward the light. That was a privilege. Sometimes, as a teacher, you have to wait a very long time for them. 5.00 pm: An undergraduate dissertation tutorial. 5.30 pm: Homeward.

7.45 pm: An evening of register analysis. ‘Who’s not turning up now, then?’