Much of interest here if you’re into poetry and Seamus Heaney. It surprised me to learn that he taught at Berkeley in 1970, at the height of the counterculture. Funny to think of him shuffling through the hippies in his tweed jacket, gently disabusing the students in his poetry class of their belief that they’re the next Allen Ginsberg.

He also just comes across as a friendly and kind guy mostly contented with his life. Rather unusual in a writer!