Science playtime

Abstract

A cold Friday in December in Dublin…as it often is, the wind is biting, blowing in from the North East off the Irish Sea, across Dublin Bay and up the River Liffey. Blustering its busy way between the buildings of Trinity College. It’s 9:45 am. I’m heading towards the old Botany lecture theatre-a very traditional space…wooden benches for seats that seem to trap the history here within them. How many lecturers’ words have fallen on sleepy students’ deaf ears in this place