Ahhh!

The conference went swimmingly, and I feel so pleased.

Rather than doing schoolwork, I spent much of Monday afternoon on a funny gig poling around a couple of visitors from Connecticut, of all places, on a punt.

Punting: wonderfully scenic, surprisingly difficult. The 20 foot pole used to push the skiff - actually a section of pipe - is heavy, but oddly buoyant. You have to force it down, find a bit of bottom, then push off, using the trailing pole (properly known as a quant) as the rudder.

They asked questions about whether or not there were beavers in England (no) and if I would like the contents of their catered picnic basket (yes!). All around a good day.