Back in October I came up with an idea to create an image of the front of Exeter’s Royal Albert Memorial Museum in its entirety, something that hasn’t been possible before because of the buildings on the other side of the street. As I volunteer with the marketing and design team at the museum I did some proof of concept tests and approached them with the idea to create one image from multiple images taken at different points parallel to the building. With their help I created the image below, more details on the project can be found here.
It was a lot of fun putting the puzzle pieces together to see what old Berty’s museum would look like if you could stand back further from it – pretty damn good for a building that’s almost 150 years old!
I was at a local shopping centre with some depressingly decked halls this week and came across a perplexing animatronic nativity scene. One of the wise men was hip thrusting and beating his clunky crotch with an urn full of frankincense while Mary was making an odd ice cream licking motion with her left hand. A donkey shook his head in the corner.
Not sure what was going on in this interpretation of J-zizzles' birth but whatever it was didn't look any better when sped up and looped a few times.
It's not clear what was going through mind of the shop elf that made this though he probably shouldn't be allowed near the old mannequins again.
I like to listen to the radio a lot while I work (tuned into Radio One) and have found myself wondering lately about the exact point pop music got so horny. And I'm not talking about the over sexualisation of the artists and the songs they produce but the increasing use of Adam West-era Batman sound effects in their backing tracks.
It's a fad that fades in from pop's recent sax addiction and to my ears gathered momentum somewhere around Jason Derulo's 'Talk Dirty to Me', peaked with Cheryl Cole's crazy 'Crazy Stupid Love', and settled down with Taylor Swift's 'Shake it Off'.
However it seems it was one fella with some hella good hair who anticipated the trend and started things off, taking horns to a whole new level over 40 years ago.
If Swifty had been around in the '70s, or likewise if Elvis had been around today, it's not hard to imagine The King covering the infectious guilty pleasure 'Patch it up' style. Though maybe not the rap.
P.S. If you play Taylor and Elvis at the same time, then mute the Elvis video, they kinda sorta synch up in places.
Out of the two gorges I've been to (the other being a famously cheesy one) Lydford is definitely my favourite. Visiting Lydford Gorge and the nearby village this weekend felt like a real discovery, somewhere genuinely exciting to explore without being bombarded by constant reminders that you're at a tourist attraction.
The gorge's walk started out like any other Dartmoor valley walk but soon developed its own character once it wound closer to the water. With various kinds of stone dramatically shaped by the River Lyd over thousands of years there were some impressively curved channels in the gorge's walls of rock.
Numbers that appeared on posts along the path, with a telephone icon, turned out to be markers in case of emergencies as it soon became apparent that in places the gorge got precarious, and the narrow stone walkways slippery. And this is one of the things that made it exciting – in places it felt like if you weren't careful you could slip and fall into the river. A reminder that a little bit of danger is always fun in a world of tourist destinations bubblewrapped in health and safety precautions.
The circular walk around the gorge reached its climax in Devil's Cauldron. It was hard to capture how impressive it was in photos or video but its high rocky walls formed a circular pit where the river burst through into a turbulent pool and created a fantastic and deafening roaring sound. The cauldron was only accessible by a narrow walkway and once inside it was easy to understand how it got its name.
After the gorge Lydford village turned out to be a great place to wander around outside of normal opening times, on a perfect summer's day when there's still plenty of exploring time after 5pm before the sun sets. A small castle, a church and the remains of a Normal hill fort were all next door to each other making for an interesting and easy walk. The church's graveyard is host to "The Watchmaker's Tomb" which sounds more exciting and mysterious than it was but certainly got the imagination ticking in a place that appeared largely unaffected by the passage of time.
As a bonus on the drive back I passed one of my favourite spots on the Moors – Brentor Church, after taking a wrong turn. A place understandably surrounded by legend the church looks like it erupted out of the craggy summit, flipping the bird to the Devil (who, one legend has it, tried to destroy it) and the world below. And the view from the top is pretty spectacular.
As was the view of the tor on the road home, from far away with the sun setting behind it.
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