martin ivison >>
white male, blue eyes, brown hair
82 kg, 181cm
with two children
a scattered family >>
a former life in music >>
a fondness for alphabet soup >>
some know-how in nerd herding >>
and continuing aspirations

20090809, Mumbai, India

"Around Carlisle, we found the old Ivison farm around Kirklinton, called Dyke's Nook. My cousin has an easy way with people, immediately connecting, very down to earth, so we marched right in and were invited for a cup of tea. The family that lived there was called McGregor, the couple in their sixties I'd say, she a birdlike, sharp-sighted creature, him a round, soft blob of a man with white hair growing over his chest and arms, sunk into an ancient, worn armchair in an undershirt and vest with egg yolk on it. To complete this picture there was a young girl, probably a grand-daughter, and an ancient whippet with labouring breath. They were affable, talked to us in this strange Cumbrian dialect like we had been neighbours for a while, and my cousin kept it going in the most natural way. The man kept looking at me and kept saying that I look like his friend George Ivison (which is remarkable, because a common ancestor with any Ivisons living there is probably going back to the 18th century), and he asked me if we all had this full head of hair and shape of head."
(from Journal, 20100606)

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