Margot's Blog

If you fly to Norway on a Tuesday you miss the weekly caving trip, and that may even be a good thing. Caving is fairy risky, and one may hav...

Is there anything more notorious for loss of taste, dignity and perhaps consciousness than English hen parties? The phrase brings images to ...

A river, that’s just a cave without a roof, as a wise man once said. I repeated that statement once to a colleague, who immediately reposted...

During the train ride home from Sussex, Roland and I were the epitome of the calm, responsible scholar. That changed immediately when we rea...

If people ask me what I do for a living I might respond I am a micropalaeontologist. Perhaps a geologist. Or a climate scientist, or palaeoc...

Two yawning men and a bouncy girl in a car. The car pulls up at a seemingly random place along a country road, where an old Land rover is al...

Last week I spoke of many people bringing scaffolding to an adit . The way to the adit was fresh and clean. Only a few people brought the sc...