Over one busy weekend Nick and I spread ourselves about. We attended a meeting of the Conchological Society at the Natural History Museum in Cromwell Road. We heard an interesting talk on some work that is being carried out on the land snails of the Galapagos Islands. At the end of the meeting we drove to Godalming to catch up with Ted and his parents. We went to dinner at The Withies which still manages to please after all these forty years since we bought our house in Pep Road. Nick and I would go there for a very occasional meal and blow the budget for an expensive treat.
On Sunday morning there was just time to eat a bacon sandwich with the Perrymans before it was necessary to load up and drive to Sutton, to the home of a former friend and colleague in conchology. It was Phil’ Palmer who first drew me into science, causing me to shift from an enthusiastic dabbler in shell collecting to an aspiring scientist with an every-growing passion for British marine shells. I owe Phil’ much and encounters with his like surely altered the course of my life.
And after that we had an important date in Oxfordshire. Our eldest grandchild is going to be sixteen, for goodness sake. Where did that childhood go?! He’s a star and we spent a very happy moment at the tea party his mother had arranged for the rellies.
And then it was time to drive home and prepare for my forthcoming week on the road.