London: So close, yet so far.
In retrospect, I would consider this trip to be incredibly successful, although it may have been wiser to stretch out the research more evenly instead of cramming it all in. That would have cut out a lot of frantic panicking towards closing time at both archives...but I don't think there was anything that would help the amount of flailing I did. Can't stop, won't stop.
On the plus side, I now know:
- Why Campbell was late to the party, having been appointed governor in 1774
- What went so horribly wrong in August 1775 that led Campbell to ultimately flee the following month
- Where Campbell went once he boarded ship in September 1775--including which ships--and what he was doing in various places
- What he was telling Dartmouth during the course of his administration more on his relationship with Bull, Innes, members of the Assembly, other Southern royal governors, &c.
- The extent to which Campbell tried to help Southern loyalists and how
- A complete British perspective of the first attack on Sullivan's Island in June 1776
- What Campbell was doing in his last months before he died in September 1778
And that's me sparing you the more mundane details!
I also probably took more notes and copies of things that I won't even use until I have a bigger project to work on (fingers crossed, South Carolina dissertation madness), but that's beside the point. I did all the research that I described in my Luther Rice Fellowship proposal, and now I just have to transcribe and rewrite my notes the rest of break. Writing this honors thesis will, hopefully, come much easier now! And, on top of all that, I got to traipse around London, while nerding out and spreading Campbell love.
But let's be serious--this trip really afforded me the chance to get the best creeper pics of Banastre Tarleton ever taken. Now, that's what I call dedication.
Nearly Headless? How can you be 'Nearly Headless'?
So now I'm home. It's Christmas Eve, and Young Guns 2 will be on AMC soon (if I manage to stay up). I can promise that this trip will probably be all I want to talk about for the next two or three months, until the grad school panic really sets in. There are a million things I don't ever want to forget--from touching Horatio Nelson's handwriting to the Christmas choir practicing at Westminster Abbey, and everything in between. I apologize in advance--but not really. Sorry I'm not sorry.
On that note... Merry Christmas!