Fondue

Ah, conference outings ... this evening, to a very boring small house once lived in by Rousseau, which presumably looked much more attractive two hundred years ago, and then off to the Creux du Van - a huge limestone col, or cwm, or corrie (I'm going back to my O level geography) - where we all traipsed up a field full of beautiful cows (and cowpats) and then ate far, far too much fondue and drank white wine in what was either a real or faux cowshed. Being an academic is sometimes a very crazy game.