Working through old notebooks is always an odd experience. Part of me wonders why I've just left so much stuff lying around without getting it onto computer. Part of me wonders what I was thinking writing some of it, and part of me is pleasantly surprised by other pieces. Equally, notebooks work almost like a diary, serving as aides memoir to what I was thinking at the time I wrote them.
Re-writes are still going well, though it helps that only relatively minor changes seem to be needed. Am I alone in actually enjoying the process of re-writing? Possibly.
I've hit the point in the year that usually marks the change over between fencing and cricket for me, though it doesn't seem to have happened quite yet. Fencing has slowed down a little with the end of team competitions, but there are no signs of any practise sessions for the cricket, so it seems to be a waiting point at the moment.
One good thing about having to do a module for my Post Graduate Training Scheme credits is that it gives me a rare chance to discuss things with other historians. In theory, some sort of seminar series to promote a "research culture" might do much the same thing, but that strikes me as something lacking the same degree of actual interest in the subject. This way, I get to discuss things with three people with similar research interests to myself. Also, since I'm not completely out of my depth, I get reassurance that I occasionally know what I'm talking about when it comes to medieval history. That's actually not something you get a lot with a PhD, because you don't see many other people, and those you do, in the form of supervisors or specialists, invariably know so much more than you do that you wonder if you're doing the right thing.