Yesterday I had the pleasure of presenting at the incredible Sage Gateshead for the first DIBI conference; a two track event covering design and development, and the first of its kind in the region I once called home[1].
Nice people sometimes ask where the videos of my talks are. Well, most of my presentations have not been recorded, were screwed up during recording, are being sat on by the organisers, or were recorded in the dark without a mic.
I can’t wait any longer. It has taken me over a week to collate all that follows, with videos, slides, images and reports still appearing day by day. I’m channeling my enthusiasm and pooling almost everything from the last two weeks into this post for your pleasure.
I’m reaching the end of a wonderful week off, which included a five-hour drive to remote Wasdale in the Lake District, two full days of trekking and scrambling, and a return journey of over eight-hours through three national parks. And all of that under sun-kissed skies. Plus, my highest-ever tweet!
I recently realised that the main thing missing from my life over the “web years” has been my love and understanding of the mountains and national parks. With this in mind, I made a return trip up my beloved Kinderscout for the first time in years today, a sort of “training” trip prior to the bigger fells of the Lake District next week.
My esteemed colleagues Glen and Greg have publicly outlined the plans for their first (of many) epic cycle journeys.
As previously posted, in June 2008, four members of the Erskine team completed the Great Notts Bike Ride 50 mile route.
Here at Erskine, we’re lucky enough to be working with two incredible polar exploration teams this year. Back in the Summer, our man Ben Saunders hit the Arctic once more, and as I write, the Shackleton Centenary team are in the early stages of their Antarctic expedition, retracing the final stages of Sir Ernest Shackleton’s epic Nimrod journey.
Yesterday I found myself sat once again in one of my favourite Reykjavik bars. I sipped a cup of cold Thule, served by an Icelandic lady, half-conversing in my rusty Íslenska. “Kemur þú oft hingað?” I asked. She laughed, politely. I suppose this would all make some kind of sense, were it not for the fact that I was about 30 minutes walk from King’s Cross.
After the traumas of the last few weeks, I’ve been itching to just get away and get out of Nottingham. Its many months since I first suggest that the whole gang go camping, but this weekend we finally got the Defender, the Datsun and, erm… the Peugeot, and set off up North, mob-handed.
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