Having now met my fellow students I can confirm that I truly am the oldest student in the world. Everywhere I go I am asked whether I am a member of staff. On my first day, I realised how truly awful it is to be a newbie with nothing known; no grounding. Fortunately, I spend most of my life in a state of terminal confusion so am quite adept at blundering through.
We are eight and a very high achieving bunch they are too...it seems to have been a prerequisite to have a first from a top uni..and I mean top. I don't have a first but I have other things. The initial meeting has been programmed as one in which we will discover more about the course and what is expected. It turns out to be a series of power-point slides depicting a holiday in Ireland and an introduction to other staff, one of whom plays the hurdy-gurdy. It is hoped that we will ask questions. Silence reigns. I ask a question about the forthcoming assignment. Someone else asks what a hurdy-gurdy is. Small pieces of yellow paper are distributed. We can exchange them in the bar for free welcome drinks. No-one has told the bar staff this and allow us only to have a cup of tea.
Today I spend six hours in the Cornish sunshine reading and taking notes. And very enjoyable it is too.
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