In January 2011, I left my director role at Tribal Group and
retired. For whatever reasons – more
luck than judgement – I found myself at a time and place in my life with no
need to make any more money. Since being
diagnosed with cancer in 2006, my other half had continually badgered me to
give up work. We had the means to do
whatever we wanted. Daily I would be
told that we should travel, rest, enjoy ourselves, do all the things we had
spoken about doing in life. But, as a
complete workaholic, the very thought filled me with terror. So, I threw myself back into work, both at
Tribal and the property firm I co-own with my best friend. Following years of pleading, I finally
relented. 2011 was a most unusual year –
no work, no pressure, no demands on me.
We did travel – a heck of a lot – and had a lot of fun. To my surprise, after the initial
restlessness, I actually started to enjoy the laid-back lifestyle and became
genuinely open to the idea of never working again.
I was sitting on a beach near our home in Portugal, when an
email popped up on my phone telling me that an old chum was giving a speech at
the Roundhouse in Camden the following Saturday afternoon. The conference was about artificial intelligence
in education, which had been a key interest of mine for many years. So, I hopped on a plane and headed to London,
expecting no more than an interesting day, catching up with an old mate and
meeting up with some friends for supper before heading back to Portugal.
Instead, that day everything changed.
During the lunch break, I wandered around the various
exhibition stalls, meeting start-up founders and scouting for potential new
investments. One company was showing off
its new iPhone app for learning maths.
It was awful. Although it looked
fantastic, the way in which the mathematical concepts were being communicated
to the user was not only misguided, but would have made a student embed some
serious misconceptions. I spoke to the
guy on the stand and pointed out that the app was potentially harmful to
students trying to learn maths by using their product. The sales rep passed me over to another guy
on the stand, who looked similarly bewildered and suggested I needed to speak
to the chap who had designed the app.
The app creator was hiding behind the display banner. The sales guys sent me in his direction and I
introduced myself. He was Alastair
Cruickshank and I liked him instantly.
Rather than being affronted by criticism of his new app,
Alastair was genuinely interested to understand the concerns being raised. We spoke at length about his own experience
of school, his thoughts around the power of education to transform – to save –
lives and his all encompassing desire to help to make things better for young
people. I carefully described the
weaknesses in the approaches used in the app and the impact they would have on
students. We both fascinated each other
and set a date for lunch.
Al and I met at RIBA on Portland Place the following Monday
afternoon and spoke for hours. The result
was the idea that effective maths approaches, such as the use of CPA models,
could be communicated in a series of virtual manipulatives, which could be given an intelligence in a digital product that would be able to
replicate the best features of 1-to-1 tuition. Alastair carried a small jotter, which he frantically
filled with notes and diagrams, bringing to life the ideas we batted around. Beluga Maths was born.
Those people who truly touch our lives are precious and
rare; I guess most of us clock up just a handful in an entire lifetime. To truly click with another human being
throws light on our lives and is, as far as I can tell, the whole meaning of
life. I loved Alastair completely and instantly.
The next two years flowed with creativity, passion, joy,
despair, intellect and madness. We
pulled together a group of people to help build our wonderful idea. Sometimes, things just work out right; the
group of maths educators and developers who conceived and designed Beluga all
bought into what we were trying to achieve and the resulting product was
phenomenal. Beluga Maths was as
beautiful as Alastair’s mind.
We launched the first version of Beluga in the spring of
2013 to instant and universal praise. It
was, and remains, the best piece of education technology I have ever witnessed
– by a very long way.
Alastair had found a genius developer to come on board – uniquely,
he was able to connect emotionally with what we wanted to achieve rather than
just wade through code as is the norm with developers. I committed myself fully to Alastair’s dream as an investor in the company and took the reins as CEO to push the business
forward. The scene was set for the roll
out of the planned future versions.
In September 2013, Alastair and I sat in my garden in the
Algarve, discussing our future and the plans for Beluga. He was on fire and filled with ideas. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.
In October, I travelled to the UK to meet with our maths
team in Cheltenham – it was an incredible weekend of creativity and insight. During supper, my phone started to ring and
Al’s face appeared on the screen, which always filled me with joy. I stepped outside to speak with him and tell
him about the progress we were making.
He was in Sada in northern Spain preparing his yacht for a solo sail to
Portugal the next morning. My heart
lifted at the thought of meeting up with him at home in Tavira in just a couple of
days.
And then he was gone.
Alastair’s death tore me apart. He was so young, so beautiful, so important
to me that I find it impossible to express.
Still today, I think of him every day.
Writing his name here, thinking about his smile, fills me with warmth
and love. And then pain. Losing Al has been the hardest.
Without Al, the thought of continuing with Beluga seemed
utterly pointless. Everything stopped
and Beluga ceased to be. I have never
written about Alastair’s death before now and was not able to answer questions
at the time about why Beluga had suddenly disappeared. I pushed the pain deep inside of me and did
not want to risk unleashing it for fear of breaking. For years, I have been unable to speak about
those days.
Grief is a well understood process. Tomes have been written on it and faux therapists up and down the land daily empty tragic people’s pockets with promises of an accelerated path to peace. My experience of losing loved ones is that there is no silver bullet that brings about recovery. Time is all. It is now four years since Alastair died and I find myself wanting more than anything to speak about him. This man, with whom I was so in love, made me laugh so much, made me so happy, made me care, made me want to work and be useful again, made me want to live. I find myself wanting to celebrate him, to make sure that the world knows how wonderful he was.
Grief is a well understood process. Tomes have been written on it and faux therapists up and down the land daily empty tragic people’s pockets with promises of an accelerated path to peace. My experience of losing loved ones is that there is no silver bullet that brings about recovery. Time is all. It is now four years since Alastair died and I find myself wanting more than anything to speak about him. This man, with whom I was so in love, made me laugh so much, made me so happy, made me care, made me want to work and be useful again, made me want to live. I find myself wanting to celebrate him, to make sure that the world knows how wonderful he was.
As I sit here now, I am flicking through the jotter that
Alastair carried around with him.
Looking at his initial sketches of what would become Beluga. For years, this has been a private act; occasionally
bringing it out and wrapping myself in memories of Alastair before becoming overcome by tears and sorrow.
Now, I just feel happiness. Happy that I had my time with him, short though it was.
Alastair had a beautiful but fragile mind. He would have moments of great enlightenment
and lucidity, which would drive our vision for Beluga forward in great
leaps. And then nothing for days,
sometimes weeks, before the next idea would consume him. This jotter is a record of his genius,
compassion and hopes.
Our obsession was not with changing the process of good
maths teaching, but with educating those children in the world who did not have
a good maths teacher or had no teacher at all.
And it was working. The TES ran a
feature about our work, in which I espoused our deep and sincere aspiration to
change the lives of the 60 million children globally who never meet a teacher.
We had mapped out the whole of Beluga. We knew what we were building, how to get
there and what the impact would be. In
2012, Nesta wrote that Beluga would be the
product to advance artificial intelligence.
And they were right, it would have been.
Having invested in many companies since and reviewed hundreds of
potential technologies, nothing comes close.
Beluga had rightly become an instant success on launch – we were
number 1 in the Apple Store for a good amount of time and interviews and
articles started to spring up, as well as blogs from some great maths teachers.
The app was well loved by many influential people in the
maths education community. They were
quite rightly curious and frustrated that the story had come to an abrupt and
unexplained end. Even today, rarely a
week will pass without someone asking me about Beluga. And even today, any mention of it breaks my
heart.
I apologise to all those in the maths education community
and beyond who got involved with Beluga but received no explanation for its
end. Letting you down played on my mind
tremendously, but I was not able to talk about it and was not able to continue
it on.
Perhaps one day we will bring it back to life.
Perhaps one day we will bring it back to life.
The developer Alastair introduced back in 2012, Nick and I
occasionally speak about resurrecting Beluga.
Earlier this year, I had been able to get myself into a frame of mind of
being up for it. I spoke with several
key people from the old Beluga project and was heartened by the love for the
app that they all expressed. Many of the
same maths team have been involved in creating Complete Mathematics, the
national network of maths teachers we established in 2014, which also has
technology at its heart. This project is
different; I didn’t want to work on a Beluga-type app, so instead, Nick and I
conceived a new idea: an artificial intelligence to support maths teachers,
which sprung from a moment in 2012 when Alastair, Nick and I were having supper
and Nick suggested that we could analyse not just what students were learning
but also the process of teaching. I am
enjoying building the Complete Maths app and love the network and CPD side of
it. Over the next two years, we will add
in artificial intelligence systems – Nick is currently adding one to improve
students times tables retention – to the new app and create a learning world
not just for students but for teachers too.
I think Al would have liked that.
I think Al would have liked that.
Thank you
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