And she’s back in the room. With one bound I have returneth from the wild country known as Cornwall, where all the rumours of men running round with burning barrels on their backs – just for kicks – appear to be true. Anyway, please notice above the photo is the view from our hotel room balcony no less. Vair, vair lovely as the young people say.
We have mooched for England. A wander here, a nosey there, a stuffing your face with fish suppers everywhere. And we hoovered up culture like a culture hoovering-up thing. The Tate. The Hepworth. Now I love my kids as you know but the oh the joy of wandering through these places without stage whispers behind me of “Is this the last room or what?” or ” Did you notice if there was a cafe?”. Twas lovely.
Now, me and Modern Art. I have absolutely no idea what is going on. I find a lot of it very puzzling indeed and, to be totally honest, I do sometimes suspect that a lot of it is gold plated do-dahs. However, it is true that if I take my time and have a think about what I am seeing, I feel that I do learn things sometimes. I have even had quite emotional reactions to paintings such as a Rothiko and a Matisse. No idea why. Sometimes I just like the colours.
So to the Tate Modern in St Ives. Much as I love it, I do want to put in a slight complaint. Every time I have been, the people on the till who are there to sell you your entrance ticket seem totally baffled by the fact that people want to come up to them and purchase a ticket to see the pretty pictures. They are completely overwhelmed by a queue of two. Initially, this was quite charming but its wearing a bit thin now.
Hargreaves.. Two combined tickets – Adults please
Tatey Chap..Er. Two?
Hargreaves..Yes Adults, please.
Tatey Chap.. Two adults? Er together?
Hargreaves..Yep. Two adults. Combined tickets please.
Tatey Chap..So that’s two adults, combined tickets?
Hargreaves..Er yes (still)
You’re lucky we’re not still standing there. Anyway one of the best rooms was the entry area which was filled with balloons. Like this.
This was good on its own but, even better, you could go into to the room! You had to read some health and safety stuff before you went in. (A few dipped out at this point. especially the Americans who seemed to actually believe English Health and Safety warnings) But it was genuinely unsettling. When you moved right in and couldn’t see the floor or the sky you kind of panicked a bit. No, it wasn’t just me and I didn’t cry or anything. Head of House took some photos of me but the balloons made my hair stand on end and to be quite frank I spend enough time humiliating myself for your entertainment so they won’t be posted here.
So we had a great time all in all, thanks for asking. There have been some rumblings at Hargreaves Towers as we announced when we got home, that we had overspent and whole family was now to be subject to an economy drive ’till pay day. It’s not just about you sprogs you know.
Jesus said, “Come off by yourselves; let’s take a break and get a little rest.” Mark 6:30
Just struck by how lovely this is. There’s so much to do and I can feel guilty if I ever stop. This seems so simple and non pressured. Just stopping for a while. Everything will still be there when you come back. My theory, for what its worth, is that if Jesus said something, then there is a strong truth in it. Is it blasphemy to say that this is such a good example of the gentle wisdom of Jesus? (When I say gentle, I don’t mean soppy or anything – don’t send the Christian Police round) It’s just that not every profound truth is accompanied by a flaming sword and an accompaniment of apocalyptic horses – doesn’t make it any less important.