Fly me to the moon; Why aren’t we ashamed of our obsession with Space?

Many of us have grown up with Space Science raised high on a pedestal; the pinnacle of humankinds achievements. I, for one, never really questioned this. And yet when I read an article juxtaposing Elon Musks airy aspirations with problems on earth, right here, right now – I had to change my mind. I’m not saying we shouldn’t fund space. But I am arguing that we all need to engage in the question as to what proportion of our resources should be focused on this most enthralling of sciences. I love space. At my parents house, on a cold autumn …

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Who is teaching us Science?

My MSc course is, unsurprisingly, leading me down internet rabbit holes… I was asked to bring a science ‘blog’ to our next course session and I had a problem. I don’t really think I read Science blogs. This could be a fundamental issue in regards the course I’m doing and my particular area of interest ‘the public understanding of science’ if I’m not actually accessing the same information myself. So… start to hunt for science blogs. But I felt a bit of a fraud. I get the Guardians Weekly Science updates and IOP’s Physics world newsletter and I read some …

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Dreams, loss and the test of the senses

Last night I dreamt I had my Badger back. Badger was the Border Collie l had from a pup who died, of natural causes but rather young and rather traumatically in June. It was already a bad dream. I hadn’t been able to find my partner and was sitting on my parents dining room floor. When there was Badger, actually really there. l was able to pick him up, hold him, and smell him, feel his fur and warmth. He hadn’t died he’d been lost something I’d always been scared of. Then I realised he was hurting, there was a …

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is it just science…. not the beginning

I’ve been wanting to blog about science, science education and communication since I started teaching. But I couldn’t Because I was teaching And there’s professionalism… and privacy laws… and all of that sort of thing. Also the subject makes me crazy and I tend to get really really cross about stuff, which can be dull when you’re in the depths of it and solutions just don’t seem possible. This, plus one hundred and one other aspects, led to me quitting the education system (eventually – I tried in 2015 and finally managed in 2017) as a teacher, to become a …

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Rock Star Climbing – Swindon

I believe, correct me if I’m wrong, that Rock Star Climbing is the only dedicated climbing wall in Swindon. I have looked in Swindon as a location on route to my sisters before but hadnt come across them as they have only been open for a year and a bit. Like all walls they’re a bugger to find, hidden away on industrial estates. Actually the directions on the website are very clear and Google maps takes you straight there, but I tried to go on Monday when I was still phone free and ended up lost in the arse end …

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Journey tales – Canterbury

A tale started on an accidental journey to Cantebury The world is bleak. The sky a flat featureless grey that hangs dull and heavy. It is so weighted to ebb at the edges and smother the far trees and hills, leaching them of colour. It sits as if, in one out breath, it will sink and cover the land in sleep. It is held back only by a sharp inconstant wind that appears, turns, bites, stops and is gone. A reminder that sleep may be a terminal choice. Canterbury is still many miles walk and Thomas will be lucky to …

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Grit

The grit pierces your fingertips. If you’ve sanded wood you might have felt the different grains of sandpaper. Even a well climbed gritstone boulder is like the roughest of these. There are odd footsteps, often on the easier climbs, at the start of which there is a single obvious move needed to reach from the floor. There you’ll get a tiny patch of stone that is like marble, an edge that has been pressed, rubbed so many times it becomes slick to the touch. The harder the climb, the fewer the feet that have edged, the rougher, the better the stone. …

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