The venue (on the left)
After I was done, a gentleman called Ernie Rutter took the floor; he spoke of landslides in general, and then about Mam Tor, a rather scientifically interesting one, in particular. I had never heard of the thing but I learned something!
Then there was a coffee break. I had hoped lots of students would come to me with questions, but only one did. He asked about Snowball Earth; a topic I had not talked about, nor had intended to, but that the organiser had sneakily added to my talk title. That was a quick discussion! Nobody wanted to know about studying in Bangor. The best thing was that at the end of his talk I had asked Ernie a question; he didn't know the answer, but now one young man came up to me. He had done a project on the topic and knew the answer. Great!
Then we went back; now it was time for a talk on metamorphism by John Wheeler. He was very engaging! I haven't done metamorphic geology since the mid-nineties so it was nice to brush my knowledge up again.The day was closed by Charlotte Jeffery Abt, who was essentially giving a talk on historical geology. I like that. Then the day was done!
I figured I might walk into town, munching on a sandwich, but that changed. Another Mancunian who had attended, Kate Brodie, asked me if I'd join for lunch. Well that sounded nice! I would. The locals dropped soem stuff off in their offices while I admired the displays I found in the hallway, and then we were off to the Kro Bar.
Nice displays in the Geology Department
I figured I might as well just eat hot lunch there, and use my packed lunch as dinner. Good idea! It was nice to have a chat with the others, even when the topic of conversation seemed to creep back to metamorphic geology rather often.
It was half past two when we left. I got back to my car and drove back. This time the roads were less empty! It was around 5PM when I got to where I had decided I'd stop on the way back, to get some fresh air. One of the hills next to the A55 looked nice but I'd never walked it. Now I could! I quickly got out of my dressy shirt and into some more appropriate kit. I didn't bother with changing trousers or shoes. It'd have to do! It was a beautiful late afternoon.
The view fromt he hilltop
An old winch house on the left; this one is rather conspicuous from the road. Now I've properly seen it!