A long time gone

It seems ages since I last updated this blog, and it is not as if I have not been travelling here there and everywhere both in word and action. Indeed, I have even damaged my carbon footprint by travelling by car down to investigate the joys of the Taylorian library (where we once again followed the Portuguese on their travels round the world), and then further afield to Carlton to meet friends and retrieve much missed furniture. The main problem is I haven't discovered Harry Potter's time turner. If Ihad I might manage to have enough hours in the day to read all that I wish, travel through the world wide web, and meander my way around Britain in addition to teaching my courses and keeping a blog up to date. As it is, my alotted time span has to suffice. Nonetheless in this week we have managed to follow Betanzos and Zarate and de la Vega as they looked with Spanish eyes onto the intricacies of Incan customs and religion. We followed Sabine McCormack as she deciphered their reactions for us. Then it was a quick dash north to sail with Jacques Cartier up the St Lawrence and suffer with him as his men succumbed like flies to the horrors of scurvy and the terrors of a winter in a hostile land. I have also found time to follow a certain St from Hippo as he confesses the details of his life. Closer to home, I have also recently come across a real joy of a book. Perhaps it is not a joy for all but for a homesick Scot and a historian, the Flindlater's Crossriggs has provided delightful soothing reading. On which note, it is time to stop logging (or blogging) on books and travelling through the world wide web and instead to pedal my way back to a freezing Victorian townhouse that seems to have travelled back into the past. It certainly has not grasped that there are such modern luxuries as efficient heating or insulation! That said there is nothing to stop one nestling down there with a good book.