accidentally, a test post was sent out earlier today. It was a post set up to experiment with the functionality of this site and, well, yes, it still works. I set it to a date in the future years ago and apparently, the future is today. So, sorry about that!
I suspect this is some kind of sign I should resume work on this site again, but, honestly, I’m still in the process of finding my feet and with family and work being all but unproblematic I have to ask for your patience.
The past year has been not a good one, so I’m looking forward to 2020. For the happier news I was able to do a trip to London and Scotland in September and met a few fantastic colleagues there. I will be leading a course on managing preciously unmanaged collections again, starting February 3 and there are some signs that the 6th Edition of our “bible” Museum Registration Methods will be out this year.
Until I feel able to write again, enjoy a few pictures of my trip.
My email provider has changed and I know I lost a few emails in the process of changing. From now on, would you all please use: angela.kipp (at) museumsprojekte.de Thanks!
I always loved Scotland and I fell even more in love with it with this trip. I was travelling by train without a real aim apart from meeting people and taking in the atmosphere.
Traveling up North I missed the train to Thurso due to a delay. Scot Rail organized a taxi to catch the missed train. I really wished such a service existed in Germany. Lovely overland trip, too.
One day I found myself on a ferry, heading for the Orkney Islands.
By chance (and by bus) I found myself in St. Margaret’s Hope, a lovely place. If you ever stop by, taste the scallops at the Murray Arms Hotel, the owners are scuba divers and fish them themselves.
BTW I took the advice of an inhabitant to “Wait til the sunn cumms uuut” for this picture.
As I was soaked on my way from the Standing Stones I sought shelter and tea at the Maeshowe visitor center and met those lovely fellows. Yes, vikings didn’t have horns on their helmets. But you know what? If they don’t care, neither do I.
As a Whovian, I was very pleased with this discovery in Glasgow (I could argue the thing with the test post had to do with wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff happening, but I guess this reference would probably not convince most of you).
The thing I will remember the most about the trip will probably be the politeness of the people I met. As a representative, take this tea bag that only suggests how to treat it.
Interesting enough, the only highland cattle I met up close lives just about 5 km from my home town in Germany, so that’s that.
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