This time with Aaron’s aunt Sophie, uncle Edward, and cousin Olivia.

An excursion to Estavayer-le-Lac. The resort is on the shore of Lake Neuchatel, and just outside the striking mediaeval castle wall.

This time with Aaron’s aunt Sophie, uncle Edward, and cousin Olivia.
An excursion to Estavayer-le-Lac. The resort is on the shore of Lake Neuchatel, and just outside the striking mediaeval castle wall.
23 March. At a rough guess, about twice the number of people who were at the March for a People’s Vote.
A long wait at the advertised starting point in Park Lane. A bottleneck into Piccadilly. We eventually turned into Green Park, eventually to meet our daughter, Sophie. Lunch in St. James’s Park and then to Parliament Square, still crowded long after the speeches has finished. In addition to the route of the march itself, many roads in the West End had been closed, apparently in response to unexpectedly large crowds.
Among a large class of 2018, on September 22nd Bristol University received our youngest daughter, Eleanor, to read Zoology. We wish her well. It’s a great place, and she is a multi-talented young lady.
16th International Symposium on Phototrophic Prokaryotes
University of British Columbia, Vancouver, Canada, 5 – 9 August 2018
This was a fine meeting with many reports of first-rate new research. My own contribution was entitled Two-component redox regulatory control in the origins of oxygen evolution, cyanobacteria, and chloroplasts. Some photos… The first is a remarkable UBC memorial. The last is the location of the banquet, in the Museum of Anthropology.
I was surprised and pleased to find my simple graphic on the cover of the journal Physiologia Plantarum.
Why we need to know the structure of phosphorylated chloroplast light‐harvesting complex II
The conception of Queen Mary, University of London
Quoting “ALL SORTS AND CONDITIONS OF MEN” by Walter Besant.
There was so much to cherish, and to maintain. Let us hope for future reconception.
Today is our wedding anniversary. This year it happens to be fathers’ day, too.
To love and be loved.
How lucky am I.
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