Ian travelled all over. He loved it, meeting new people, new experiences. He spent nearly a year in Spain in his early twenties. He coupled a lecture trip to Russia with a pilgrimage to Bukhara and Samarkand. From an early age he travelled with his sons to various places. The photo of Ian and Dan on this site's home page draws together Ian's peripatetic nature, his unwillingness to let traditional concepts of being a father get in the way of travel, and is set against the backdrop of Clare College bridge. The photo also gives some inkling of Ian's bohemian attitudes which many of us knew well.

I travelled to Morocco with Ian in 1995. We went trekking in the Atlas and stayed with a berber family. They fed us traditional berber food, which was good in bits. The breakfast gruel was both inedible and nauseating, and Ian and I laughed alot about that. We drank huge quantities of tea, and had a wonderful evening comparing Moroccan and samba rhythms. Ian did the samba, the Moroccan stuff was from the guy on the far right in this picture. The drums were Ian's, of course he couldn't resist buying them wherever we went, despite the difficulty in hauling them onto the tops of buses as we travelled through the mountains. As I said, Ian was not practical; if he was, we would never have heard this performance, one that I'll never forget.