By Gerald Haigh
One of my abiding memories from school is of walking the Yorkshire moorland on a geography field trip, alongside my best friend, John Gregory. Ten miles into what was to be a 15-mile expedition, John, who was small and not well blessed by his creator, suddenly halted and dropped to his knees. “Sorry,” he said ruefully. “But I’ve reached knackeration point.”
John eventually lost one of the many brave battles he fought against his limitations, but I use that phrase many times, always in tribute to that moorland moment. The last time I used it was at BETT 2010.
