When we moved over from the conference hall to the exhibition this afternoon, we had our very own storm cloud - and indeed, driving home, the first rain of the season. That was a treat - but not as much of one as the conference itself - another excellent morning of papers (half hour, rather than twenty minute, slots really does make a difference to the thickness - in a good way - of argument and example); then an inspiring post-lunch panel discussion about environmental studies and the public humanities; then the show (and how great it was to go round it with truly informed friends, and discuss very nerdy - I mean specialist - details); and then dinner. I can't believe that it's over - thinking about this has been so much part of my life for the last four years, and I've really loved being a part of it and helping make the conference come together. Below - Devin Griffiths, and a whole galaxy of Carroll's Alices from Japan; Jesse Oak Taylor and a big fold out Hooker map of the Himalayas, and Eleanor Harvey and some Durand trees. I learned so much from everyone, and hope someone will have another event soon at which we can continue the conversation.
Oh, and I think that this is what our grass is meant to look like, but it doesn't. Maybe the rain will help ...
