On this hot weekend we were in the new student village at Sheffield University. As I attended the university myself as a student many years ago, I couldn't miss it. There have been many changes since I was an undergraduate. I must say I felt a little disorientated, not seeing the old halls of residence that have now been demolished, but the rooms were great, and the views the same, trees and buildings from three centuries (twenty-first, twentieth and nineteenth). Strange to think that I actually penned my very first immature novel there in the small hours after finishing my studies for the day.
The conference as usual was masterminded superbly, and it was great to meet old and new friends. Below is a selection of my photos of the weekend.