I have been inundated, inundated I tell you, with a request to ‘do more scene-setting’.
Happily, this coincided with my latest entrepreneurial venture – photography.
There was some idle chit-chat in the senior common room this week about Mario Testino and some vulgar little magazine that lies around in dental surgeries.
This brought to mind my own talents in this area, as winner of the Northern Hemisphere Box Brownie Prize 1975 (historic monuments section: picture, dear Reader, a self-portrait of a youthful Ada wistfully leafing through the Encyclopedia Britannica upon a dolmen*).
I have wasted no time in brushing up my skills.
A darkroom with acid bath has been installed in my office, next to the drinks cabinet.
Here, to set the scene, is the Humanities Beacon sign (with vice-chancellor rampant and bursar couchant), taken once I had cleared the area of first-year students demanding to know where the Humanities Beacon was:
More soon, dear Readers, once I have held my sherry soirée for the new tutees.**
* My companion is in the attic, as I write, searching for said photo.
** Ethyl Ethel will be there.