Journal

Elaine and I trained across to Poole on Wednesday, to pick up a cab to Spettisbury, where we were due to stay overnight. Walked along the old railway track behind the village, spotting very-low-flying buzzard and a skittish stoat, or similar, before pottering around the Stour water meadows, mill and the like.

Then across to Bryanston this morning, where we were greeted, among others, by Amanda Lovejoy and by the new head of school, Richard Jones. A couple of hundred students, at a rough count, took part in this Green Conference, whose theme was ‘What does regeneration look like?’. Many, perhaps most, of the students came from green and climate clubs in participating schools, a number of them from the state sector.

Spoke alongside Julia Hailes, my longstanding colleague and friend, and two of her sons, Connor Bryant (who talked about his Rubbish Project) and Monty Bryant (PeoplePower.fi). Among others taking part were Giles Davies of Conservation Capital, who has three children at the school, and Nick Radford of the Wildlife Conservation Society, working in the Congo Basin. Two prefects, Bella and Emily, had organised – and we were very impressed.

(Though we’re pondering how it might be done to even greater effect next time around.)

Across to Oxford yesterday, Sunday 26th, with Pavan Sukhdev of GIST, where I’m on the advisory board. Had taken a taxi across to Mill Hill to meet him, but then let it go – not knowing that it was meant to take us across to Oxford. (Because of the disruption from the train strikes.)

In the end, we got an electric taxi all the way.

Much of Sunday afternoon spent punting with GIST team members and friends of Pavan’s from his Oxford days. We seated at the Randolph Hotel, where I did a presentation to the first day of their formal process this morning. Delighted to be involved, though the COVID hangover cough continues to nag.

One of the more interesting conversations of my life has been posted recently on TOPIA, by my good friend Lisa Goldapple.

Overnight in Bodrum, our last night aboard the Aegean Clipper, after which Elaine and I spent another day in the town, among other things visiting the castle and its marine archaeology museums again. We also watched the Clipper refuelled with, reflecting on the carbon footprint of the entire enterprise.

We had been forced to stay over because we hadn’t been able to get an earlier flight. When, later in the day, we go to get our bags – whose custodian has vanished – we are saved by Peter Sommer himself, who we had met earlier in the day. When we get out to the airport, it is to find that our EasyJet flight has been cancelled. Elaine had turned her phone off for the trip, so the news had failed to get through to us.

A real problem, since I have to be back in London for a series of sessions, one in Helsinki in two days. Our travel agent achieved a miracle, finding us a different flight – but there was a slight wrinkle, It was from Dalaman, 170 kilometres away.

So, despite the protests of the information lady at the airport, I decided to get a taxi to take us there. We found a suitable driver and headed off into the night, catching another EasyJet flight that gets us into Gatwick in the very early hours of Monday.

Overall, though, an utterly wonderful trip – and the perfect introduction to the Dodecanese region. The fact that I would test positive Covid shortly after getting home, despite three vaccinations, and Elaine a week later, despite four vaccinations, is another story entirely.

It’s quite some time since we were last in Knidos, back in 2014. and when we got back to London we made a beeline to the British Museum to visit the missing Lion.

The site has evolved substantially since we visited last. The city flourished in Greek and Roman times, closely surrounded by the islands of Kos, Nisyros and Tilos.

In the afternoon, we sailed back to Bodrum, standing offshore for some time before our captain could find a suitable final berth, under the castle walls.