The week after Easter was a bit frantic for me, as I prepared for both a conference in York and a student field trip to Barcelona. The plan was to go to the conference on Tuesday 13th and come home two days later; on Friday, I would go to the office to deal with any last-minute field trip problems before setting off to Barcelona on Sunday. But strangely enough, my risk analysis didn’t take into account an Icelandic volcano called Eyjafjallajökull.When I first heard about the eruption, I wasn’t too concerned. After all, how bad could it get? My flight was rescheduled for Friday evening, I’d be able to stay for the rest of the conference; I’d have to go into the office on Saturday.
Well, you know the rest. Other delegates from Northern Ireland headed for the ferry, but I couldn’t bear the thought of the long journey and, once the field trip was cancelled, I didn’t need to be home for a few days. The university extended my accommodation booking and I spent the weekend shopping, reading and sleeping. By Monday morning I’d had enough.
An enforced break isn’t the same as an eagerly anticipated holiday. I’d planned to be away for two days, and didn’t have my netbook or phone charger, or any flat shoes or jeans. I only had two of the many novels I wanted to read (Hearts and Minds, and Brooklyn, both excellent) – the others were at home. I had no internet access, couldn’t blog, had no TV, and worked out how to get Radio 4 on the clock radio after about two days. It was like being a student in the 1970s again, only this time with an en suite.
Anyway, on Monday morning the Centre for Housing Policy very helpfully gave me a desk and PC for a couple of days. I bought a phone charger, got some work done, had comfortable accommodation and a nearby pub served good food. So it wasn’t exactly purgatory. Finally, on Tuesday, I cracked and booked a Wednesday evening ferry after it looked as if the damn volcano would blow again, but then the CAA guidelines were changed and I managed to get a flight home after all - thanks to Nick, who hung on the phone to flybe for me, what a hero.
There’s lots to think about as a result of the experience. On a personal level, I don’t think I’ll ever go away again without thinking that I might get held up. I’ll always take the netbook. And chargers. And jeans.
But there are wider questions. The episode emphasised just how dependent on flying many of us have become. Although of course we should all consider cutting back on our journeys for the sake of the environment, the consequences of not being able to fly at all would be very serious in Northern Ireland. Our economy would suffer, and so would our quality of life more generally.
I was also struck by how many of the stranded passengers were at conferences. I’ve wondered before if there are alternative way of disseminating information that don’t involve overseas trips but which are just as good. I don’t think video conferencing and Skype are substitutes for the face to face discussion and new contacts made at a good conference. And of course it can be great to be paid to see other parts of the world. But if air travel were to become impossible, those us of working in peripheral areas would be disadvantaged: Northern Ireland’s attempts to build a knowledge economy would be jeopardised.
Finally, the story of the changes to CAA guidelines is a wonderful policy and governance case study involving experts, bureaucrats, politicians, capital, and the public. I hope that one day we’ll get to find out more about what actually happened.

