In the taxi to , but hadn’t had sufficient time or connectivity to even find out what these were! However, I trusted that if the person behind the account thought it would be interesting, then I was happy to see why.I had to admit that I hadn’t the faintest idea of what was going to happen and what i was going to see. I knew I would be seeing part of the
In fact, whatever expectations I might have had if I had had any, would have been surpassed.
We started off chatting over a late sandwich lunch. I had been forewarned to forego any to leave room. One of the activities of is to arrange projects for students in local industry and this grew into a broader discussion of the problems of initiating, and even more difficult, sustaining use. However, industry does recognise the importance of and they have had significant demand for social media skills in particular. Technology is often problematic at the edges, and indeed one of the academics there still had no broadband access at home. However, it is more important when you are far from the geographic centres of power, influence and market to be able to promote yourself virtually.
I felt like royalty. A huge table was laid out with open books and manuscripts, one dating back to the 12th century; I’ve never touched a book so old before. But it had all been gathered and labelled thinking about the walk, some were focused on walking in, some on maps and walking in general.
We went around the table anticlockwise, as I was travelling anticlockwise round, going roughly from the older to the more recent sources. There were maps, including a copy of a ; I have referred to so often, but never seen, let alone touched, one before. There were diaries and accounts of travels in including ‘ travels and one writer who complained that the beds of were uncomfortable. There was an interactive book for learning navigation including pull out sections and a spinning dial … and in case I needed it one reference to blister first aid.
… On arriving at Lampeter I took a slight refreshment at the inn, and then went to see the college which stands a little way to the north of the town. … The grand curiosity is a manuscript Codex containing a Latin synopsis of Scripture which once belonged to the monks of Bangor Is Coed. It bears marks of blood with which it was sprinkled when the monks were massacred by the heathen Saxons, at the instigation of Austin the Pope’s missionary in Britain.
, , Chapter XCV (see at )
It turns out that the manuscript is really 12th century and the wine marks probably spilt claret, but for me to touch the pages that George Barrow poured over was very special.
I have been promised that they will be putting this all online as an online exhibition and cannot wait to see it.
Finally, I saw a very early (from before the term existed) … and made in . To demonstrate it an old had been dusted off. It was for showing beach quality and other indicators, and used drilldown into areas, and the sort of thing that is now common in geographic visualisation, but was not so in the early .
is the oldest university institution in , and was originally a theological college where my own uncle studied. It somehow manages to hold together its strengths in the most traditional areas of academia, such as theology and the classics, with strong vocational elements in technology and the arts.
In an age of increasing cynicism and sheer exhaustion within higher education, it was truly wonderful to meet with such enthusiasm.