It’s been a strange summer. There have been no holidays with historical aspects to blog about, and only a couple of conferences that I attended to write about. I’ve hardly left the house since March…

I’ve done a lot of home schooling, and this has carried on in September despite my children returning to school – covid outbreaks have meant that one or another or all of us have had to be at home several times since the start of the school term.

I’ve managed to finish the manuscript of John Balshaw’s Jigg, and of course I’ve taught on the EAP for the last few weeks. But my overwhelming feeling is one of being, well, rather overwhelmed.

At the beginning of the summer, I commented on the unexpected bonuses of lockdown – all the events that I’ve never been able to go to that were now online, all the people who set up networking and reading groups to help everyone keep in touch – and I’ve hardly managed to take part in any. I made it to two conferences, a few sessions of the Tudor music coffee break (not that I drink coffee), a couple of sessions of Lancaster’s Digital Humanities Hangout and one meeting of an early modern reading group. There were so many things that I would have liked to have done, but I just didn’t have the time or the energy, especially as summer progressed and I needed to prioritise paid work and my family.

And I’m coming into the autumn knowing that, even though I’m hardly teaching at all this year, I’m not actually going to have any more time!