A fresh start and a new research project leads me to focus on farm work in the UK.
I have been waiting a while to talk about my fieldwork through the prism of the sardine can. It started the day I went to visit my flat for the second time and decided to rent it. I broke one of the main two anti-risk rules, not of the ethics committee, but of my Mum.Continue reading “Of Sardines and Stamps, Ethics and Risk”
It bleats, it pants, it kicks, it smells, it is: ‘l hawli’. As I pass by the market with my clearly French face, this is helpfully (and without my asking) translated for me as: ‘le mouton’. L hawli, le mouton, the sheep, has arrived in central Rabat. The holy festival of Eid l’Kbir (big Eid),Continue reading “L hawli”
My trip to Morocco begins with, ahem, Spryte. I’ve obviously changed a letter but it will get us used to the interchangeable y/i in Arabic. Of course in fact it is actually known the same here as everywhere else. So we start with sameness rather than difference. Having arrived at Gatwick airport hot and thirstyContinue reading “Spryte”