On leaving school, and adrift in the grown-up world, I had to find myself a job to earn money.
I had applied to be a printer, taken the exams, and passed them. It was only because friends were doing the same; I had no idea what it entailed, what I wanted to do, or what was out there.
Work was becoming tighter, even in those days. I was told it would take probably about 18 months to find me a printing post, so… ‘get something in the meantime.’

I had always a passing interest in the sciences (not that school encouraged it much) and got myself a job as trainee laboratory technician at Manchester University.
I had… a job! I was earning money! And let the printing go.

This job coincided with a period of student unrest: strikes and sit-ins. I was on the fringes, neither a student, nor not a part of their ‘scene’, and so gathered quite a sobering view of the dynamics of the heady student sit-ins.

I was working in the Department of Botany, at the university. I was on the periphery, for which I am thankful.

I came across the following blog, which covers most of the tutors and academics in the department at the time. Only a few of the people there I do not recognise:

https://ianpopay.wordpress.com/2012/01/29/victoria-university-of-manchester/

John Hartshorne, a rather quakerish-looking character, and an excellent and much respected teacher, took us for genetics,

Eric Simon, a shortish, bespectacled, rather intense and very good teacher took us for plant physiology, often in the Robinson lab, with its original drawing of the structure of IAA (indole acetic acid) on the wall.

Bob Pecket, Brian Truelove and Ron Butler also taught us plant physiology. Bob was a slighly rotund, always cheerful character who, Nigel tells me,  was knocked down by a car and never fully recovered. Brian was from Leeds – he went on to do very well at Alabama Uni. Ron Butler was a cheerful red-faced individual who, as he told me years later had done some of his national service in Kenya.

Prof John Colhoun, was head of cryptogamic botany and plant pathology, and a redoutable Orangeman.

The smooth and handsome, prematurely grey David Park also lectured in plant pathology. When he left his replacement was George Taylor.

John Tallis lectured in ecology, and his speciality was peat bogs, which included palynology, cooking up peat samples in hydrofluoric acid so that only pollen grains were left. Tallis was generaly regarded by students as rather odd and I remember we were shocked and surprised when we learned that he was to be married!

Peter Newton was a young, blond, very casual lecturer in horticulture. He was a terrible lecturer so far as we were concerned, once wrapping up a lecture, obviously ill-prepared, after only 20 minutes.

Elizabeth Cutter, a research student of Wardlaw at one stage, dealt with morphogenesis, how plants develop their structure and form. In appearance she was a characteristic female botanist, and later went on the do well at Davis, before returning to Manchester as professor.

David Smith was a briliantly clear teacher of palaeobotany. He always joked that while Clive Stace said Manchester was the furthest north he’d ever been, it was the furthest south that David had been!

Clive Stace, a very intense young man, taught taxonomy and was a very good field botanist. Dr Dormer always said the there were two kinds of taxonomists – the extensive, who covered a lot of ground, and the intensive who covered little ground but did it very thoroughly. Dormer classed himself as the former and Stace as the latter. Clive went on to become the great authority on the British flora.

Dr K J Dormer (Keith, I think, but I do not remember anyone actually being so bold!) was a good lecturer but,as I have said, a rather scary person at times. He had published papers on the control mechanisms governing the formation of spines on holly leaves by mathematical determiantions based on the numbers of spines on the two sides of the leaf,  Or something like that.

The one missing from that list was the department head, Professor David Valentine. He was a large bear of a man, but a gentle bear. He knew his importance, his status. He was guarded, yes that is precisely the term, by his secretary… whose name escapes me. She made it her mission to be fearsome and obstructive on every possible front and occasion, guarding her professor. Her reputation went before her.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_H._Valentine

But it is this last name on the blog list that I am remembering here:

Dr K J Dormer.
Kenneth, not Keith, apparently.

His position in the department was that of Reader, he had a Chair, but not the professorship. For years he languished in the shadow of that position, filled by Professor Valentine.

The unsurpassed handbook of botany, Lowson’s Botany, was a joint editing enterprise by Drs Simon, Hartshorne, and Dormer.
This was somewhat before my time, as were the publications that made Dr Dormer’s reputation:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/K-J-Dormer/e/B001KHXBH6/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

Dr Dormer’s arrogance was unparalleled; a very unlikeable man. I remember his office distinctly – strange how you remember more clearly the details you were most wary of.
And yet… there is always the And yet… I met him again about 20 years later, in an area I would never have expected.

There is, near me, a very wealthy area, mostly a domicile town, but a haven for top football stars and TV personalities.

I was between jobs, so was picking up cash delivering leaflets door to door. I was covering parts of this town. It was earlyish still in the morning, when down the road as I went up came a slightly dishevelled figure: hanging raincoat, trousers a little too short. Coming up close… Dr Dormer!

Of course, I blurted it out, ‘Dr Dormer!’
He was a little taken aback, as I was. We chatted, then he told me his tale.
It was like an Ancient Mariner moment; maybe this was his counselling: tell the tale until it no longer has any meaning.

Dr Dormer’s Tale

As you may remember, we had yearly student field-trips to certain isolated, designated spots of open countryside. I had a hobby – landscape photography. Always took all my equipment on those trips.
The more remote the region the better. For specimens, you understand.

I had taken my camera, stand, lenses, out with me; end of the day; get some shots in.
In one field – it looked a likely spot. I heard a noise; turned around.
It was a bull, and running at me. I had no time to do anything, dropped everything, tried to grab its horns and… wrestle, somehow.
It just threw me down. So easily.

But instead of goring, it… knelt. On my chest. All its weight, on my ribs.
The pain was agonising; I heard ribs snapping. The pain; couldn’t breathe.
I must have passed out, fainted. When I came round, it had wandered away, no longer interested.
The pain; couldn’t breath, barely move.

Eventually after what seemed hours I heard someone in the next field. I had to try and attract their attention. That was so difficult.

I was in intensive care a long time. This is my weekly physiotherapy session; that’s where I am going now.

He seemed broken, somehow.
But still had some of the old Dormer about him, asking what I was doing, and the gleam in his eyes. Was it a sneer?

I had taken my BA (yup, Arts, not Sciences) by then, as a mature student. But he must have known many students like me: gained their degree, then….

You can read so many things into his tale: the landscape photography, for one, as an opener onto the private man.

Incidentally, the following incumbent of the professorship Chair was Dr Elizabeth Cutter, also a keen landscape photographer, and an angler.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Cutter
And yet I find the bare bones of her story moving, very touching: there must have been times of joy. Wiki does not give those.
She co-wrote a history of the Botany department.
She battled the education cuts in the 1980’s to save the department, by amalgamating it with the Zoology department, and others, under the umbrella of Biological Sciences. Only to retire, to look after her ailing mother, live quiet and out of the way, with, Wiki says, ‘No known living relatives.’

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