The Ecology of Learning

Introduction

On a Personal Note –The Story of the Flood

The afternoon was getting pretty dark. It had been raining heavily all day. In fact it had been raining hard for days. At times it seemed the downpour was more suited to the tropics than to North Yorkshire, such was its occasional ferocity. I had witnessed a wall of rain like this once before, but what we were all watching was not in Florida or Bali, or any other exotic location; it was in the gateway to the Dales.

My view of the rain and the low clouds was good. I was sitting in what masqueraded as my office or study at the top of the house, which was located, with a number of others, in a rather secluded and sheltered former quarry halfway up a hill on a busy road that linked Harrogate ...