Moving Scenes

MOVING SCENES

Taxi waiting outside down the path from my door

As I give myself the thirty-year farewell tour

Through rooms and spaces

Where I ran my first races

Family’s destination of '82

Family book was only open a page or two

Before the world I knew

Where the family tree grew

Going from low to high,

To speak, learn and try

Crawling on all fours, years or more

All the trips and falls

Among these four walls

We stamp our identity

In this western corner of  our city modernity

Redefined as the time goes by

Monday to Friday, go to school, work hard

Try not to be too naughty

Revise on Sunday to the Top 40

And then some

Capital hits of the 90s Jensen

Who’s the Kid? Not him, looking it back on it now,

Upstairs looking tidy- yes or maybe no,

This house audience to an era of radio

Then it was analogue, now it’s digital

Faster, yes, but have we really made more sense of it all?

We put hopes and fears

Even a son or a daughter,

Adding whole life stories to these bricks and mortar,

Now everyone telling how they’re so very sure

That it’s very hard to close that kind of door

Memories come as close as they can get to purity,

It’s not the material but the visual security,

Over nearly 3 decades, so now one less key on my chain,

Time to find a new umbrella to keep out the rain,

But let the sun shine bright, now the future gleams,

Taxi’s pulling away , pulling down

The curtain on these moving scenes.

© BlancVerse 2011

24 hours in Cornwall

The final excursion of the Easter holiday was completed with a lightning quick visit to Cornwall. Last time I went there it was August and offered severe cycling (for charity) and wild variations in weather. This time, despite the earlier time of year, it was much warmer- and no need to pedal up vertical hills.
As the best journeys seem to, the adventure began with the overnight sleeper- this time from Paddington:

Night Riviera

The service was very friendly and in most regards the setup was the same as the Scotrail one, although there seemed to be more confusion in the booking- even though I had a solo berth, both beds were set up meaning a bit less room and no access to the special TV service. But, if truth be told, having the top bunk down meant it felt cosier underneath, so I can't complain. 

A few hours later, and after 3 seconds of sheer panic when I thought I'd locked myself in the train toilet on approach to the station,  I disembarked at St Austell. I had a 90-minute wait until the first bus to the Eden Project, and there's not a whole lot to do there at that time of the morning. After naming two seagulls (Susan and Steve), reading the Guardian and watching the commuters come and go, I found myself on Bus 101. I was the first member of the public to arrive at Eden, by which time the day was in full swing and my first glimpse of the place was stunning:

At this point the place was still basically deserted and none of the food outlets seemed open at that point. So I tentatively entered the Mediterranean Biome, hoping that the cafes would spring into life soon, before I sprang out of it through hunger. I was immediately impressed:

Spanish garden

Some plants from the Med

Before long, though, the need for refreshment had me hunting a cafe once more, and I headed for the Core. On the way, I snapped the impressive model of a man made out of electrical waste- the detail was amazing (his teeth are computer mice). It reminded me of the Iron Giant somehow- great art. 

The Core offered Jo's Cafe, more cosy and intimate than the huge places back at The Link at that point, and I set myself up with a great little breakfast in what felt like a remote hotel balcony of some sort:

It should have come as no surprise that the birds are more tame around there, and sure enough this blackbird was caught in the act of hopping off the chair to pick up some scone crumbs...

And before long the robin wanted in on the act, too:

Daylight robinry

Back to the Biomes, starting with a more comprehensive look at the Mediterranean before heading to the Rainforest.

Clementines

"Aloe aloe aloe."

The Rainforest Biome seems to be the main focus of Eden, not least because of the realism of the environment. The biomes let UV in, and the place is vast, with aspects of the cultures of its countries thrown in for effect, too. A highlight was the Malaysian area and the recreated hut:

The heat and crowds were just enough to turn me away from the 40 minute queue to the top of the biome, so a lunch break followed, then off for a last look around the Outdoor Biome- highlights included the sculpture in the 'field'...

And the sparkling view as the sun beat down. 

Eden was completed with a last visit to Jo's cafe and then off back to St Austell. After some fun and games finding the ticket machine, I caught possibly the cheapest-looking train to Penzance. Where, it turns out, there are very few ways to spend two and a half hours in the evening. The nicer bits of the seafront were inaccessible anywhere near the station and lots of places were closed. So, equipped with refreshments and my iPod, I steeled myself for the wait, and watched the sun go down over Penzance until the sleeper arrived and was ready for boarding

And so ended my Cornish adventure. 

Eden is a fantastic place and with the annual entry pass you get automatically, I intend to be back within the year. 

And now: back to the grindstone! 

Going North

An extended Easter break allowed me to dedicate just under a week to a visit to Scotland. A very enjoyable one it was, too. Planned in meticulous detail to ensure maximum fun, it all started with the overnight sleeper on a Sunday night from Euston. It's one of only two sleeper services left in the UK and so it feels pretty novel. It also saves 5 hours of daytime travel and is a surprisingly soporific way to travel.

About to leave Euston, around 11.30pm

It's cosy inside...

A modest breakfast but it does the job! The yoghurt is impressive.

After arriving in Edinburgh it was off to Cento Tre in George Street for a more comprehensive breakfast and some of the strongest coffee I've ever set lips upon! Not a bad set of surroundings to have breakfast in, either:

From pillows to pillars

Then off to spend some quality time with D and C at Dalkeith. Two days of peace allowed for a whole load of casual creative work to be done as the weather stayed sunny for occasional bits of chilling out in the garden. Two hyperactive kittens and one occasionally energetic cat added to the atmosphere.

Then Wednesday was a day of relative excitement. Into Edinburgh twice! The first time I took a few shots from Princes St Gardens looking back to the city. This was the pick, as it includes the daffodils:

Then it was back for a brilliant curry courtesy of C, including a last-gasp Sticky Toffee Pie, consumed at the last possible moment before departure for Edinburgh again, this time just me and D (the pater) to catch the train up to Aviemore. We arrived late in the evening and made it to the B&B (Eriskay).

Crossing the Forth Rail Bridge

Thursday was packed. A good breakfast then straight down the road to hire bikes from Mike's Bikes. Once we'd got used to the powerful hydraulic brakes it was off to Aviemore Station to catch the steam train to Boat of Garten. From there we cycled to Loch Garten RSPB Reserve to try and see the ospreys. There wasn't much going on since the laying of an egg hours earlier, but it was a nice little visit and the weather was excellent...

All aboard...

The bikes, which were like weapons in terms of suspension and brakes.

Time for a photo before heading off.

That done, it was off to Nethy Bridge to pick up D's aunt (my Great aunt) for lunch at Revach. We stopped at the old Nethy Bridge Station en route, which is long defunct but atmospheric.

D walks along where the track used to be.

Looking back to where the trains used to come from.

After lunch it was back on the bikes, up to Broomhill where the station staff predicted Arsenal would win the league. He must know something nobody else does, like...well, how on earth it's going to be possible.

On the approach to Broomhill

Bike, open road, mountains, no headwind...does it get any better?

Signals at Broomhill

The train prepares to come in after some technical difficulty...

An impressive engine!

A bit of a break in Aviemore followed, sitting outside for refreshments before heading back to the station and then home to Edinburgh. In no time, the Sunday 11am train to London was sitting at Platform 19 at Waverley and it was time to head back to Bien Londres. But the holiday doesn't end there, thank heavens. London chilling out and a lightning trip to to the Eden Project all beckon before the grindstone calls its workers back. Best make the most of it!