We're in the Dinkworth, sitting round three sides of a rectangle of tables. The course presenter takes us through the material at a snappy pace. Our Project teams are reliant upon e-mail and team meetings at mutually inconvenient sites. The Presenter is keen on breaks. We break into syndicate groups to discuss our strategies and confess to each other our failures to date.
Rain falls at three different speeds.
It dribbles down the windows, plops from the grey ledges above, and fizzes darkly against the trees across the road from the car park. Lunch on the second day is largely a re-heat job from last night, as though a ploy to confirm our jadedness. The rain has stopped, and the sun spreads some new light around. I grin, inexplicably.