The Man with No Time

I've just got back from a long weekend spent with some of my best friends. It's been almost a year since I left St Andrews, but I still miss the people that I met, and the friends that I made while I was there. I've been able to catch up with some of them sporadically via conferences (for the astronomers) and competitions (for the lifesavers), but time's always a bit short and it's not really the best way of spending time with your friends. (Credit: David Brown) As a rule the St Andrews Seacows are pretty bad at organising themselves to do anything, but we finally managed to arrange a weekend away for as many people as we could get. Options were limited for places with enough space to sleep all of us, but my friend Ella's parents were away for the weekend, so we all traipsed down to Sandwich, on the Kent coast, for four days. Well, some of us for four days, others for less than that owing to prior commitments. Even with the dates planned nearly three...

Last night saw yet another piece of my life here in St Andrews come to an end. After my final quartet concert last month, swiftly followed by my last orchestra concert, it was time to bring my membership of the St Andrews Lifesaving Club, aka the Seacows, to a close. Man am I going to miss this club. (Credit: Teddy Woodhouse) Every year we have a handover meal to mark the end of the current committee's reign, and the commencement of the new committee's term in office. Our AGM is before the Easter holidays, giving plenty of overlap time so that the new committee can learn their roles, and the handover takes place just before the exam period starts.