I’ve just brought James back from Sheffield.
A 3 year course in Computer Science that started with Morris Men outside the Brown Bear,
ended with a Covid19 wimper. Morris Men or Covid, what’s worse ?
The exams seem to have gone well. James never did get to celebrate with a pint of Cloudwater DIPA in the Crow, his nearest pub. More importantly, neither did I.
With a tutors strike from December and then the virus, the poor lad had hardly left his flat near Kelham to explore the gorgeous industrial and pub heritage, bar the trip to Hillsborough just before Lockdown.
Two hours it took to reach Sheffield (thank you A14), three trips to clear the room of duvets and laptops and half-eaten bags of pasta, then a last look at student Sheffield.
Not as enticing as the view from the Premier Inn.
As we left, the maintenance man for the flats stopped me in my tracks.
“You should be proud of the lad, he’s been amazing”. I was moved, almost to tears.
The last few months have been very tough for students, as well as maintenance men and shop workers, but resilience is a hard-won life skill.
I’d brought my beer bag to get a gallon of Pale Rider from Kelham Island,
but I didn’t fancy hanging around till opening, and Mrs RM wouldn’t wait.
But no doubt we’ll be back, and this time he can buy me a pint in the Fat Cat.