RAF Museum – “So, do you want to be a Blogger-In-Residence for the new ‘First World War in the Air’ Exhibition?
“Yes”, I say, “Fantastic”. “What does that entail exactly?”
RAF Museum – “You can write about anything you like….”
Wow, sounds like a dream doesn’t it? One small problem, I don’t know a lot about the First World War and I don’t know a lot about aircraft. If you say to someone First World War, they think of the trenches; mud, dirt, and blood, slow drawn out combat. They don’t think about open skies, innovation and a spirit of adventure. This is a story that you don’t hear, this is a story that needs to be told, but where do I begin? Continue reading
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Where has the polar bear gone? Where is the camel? My first thoughts on entering the new Kurt Jackson exhibition at the Horniman Museum were not of art work but amazement at how different the gallery space looked. ‘Extremes’, the previous family friendly exhibition had gone, here in its place was an oasis of cool calm walls and stunning pictures. Continue reading
Take a moment, have a think, tick the box with your ink
The trouble with sex is….. well, first up I am very British, I don’t mean that in a ‘UKIP‘ way, but in a stiff upper lip, blushing, ‘can’t possibly talk about that kind of thing’ way. How do I begin to visit an exhibition about S.E.X. when I am slightly worried I might spend the whole time eyes averted? How do I write a blog if I haven’t really looked at what is on display? Don’t get me wrong I am no prude, but honestly and truly, men’s bits and women’s privates? I am not sure where to start.
An original toy Paddington by Gabrielle Designs 1980 Copyright Museum of London
Coats and hats are in my mind again, so familiar and evocative, whilst my last visit to the Museum of London featured a Cumberbatch overcoat and an iconic deerstalker, this time I have come to see a little blue duffle coat and a little red hat. Whilst Sherlock is instantly recognisable with a pipe and a magnifying glass, I only need a battered suitcase and a small marmalade sandwich to be taken back to my childhood. Continue reading
I won’t forget the day I volunteered to plant poppies at the Tower of London, it was the 14th of September, my brother’s birthday. I thought it would be something special for us to do together, something memorable and unusual. We had an amazing day for so many reasons, from walking the empty London streets early in the morning, to seeing the poppies for the first time, to leaving the Tower with sore thumbs and knees, to getting squiffy on a bottle of bubbly at lunch. A wonderful day, just the two of us, something we so rarely do when our lives are filled with kids (me), work (him) and life in general (both of us).
Beautiful empty London streets
The Peter Harrison Planetarium part of the National Maritime Museum
At the start of the summer, out of the blue I received an email from Katherine Weston, Access Officer at the Royal Museums Greenwich. She was putting on her first autism friendly event at the Planetarium, she had read my blog and wanted to know if we as a family would like to try out the show and give her some feedback. If you are new to the blog, I have three children, 10, 7 and 4, my eldest is autistic. It sounded fantastic, another museum taking their first steps to supporting autism families. We were due to go on holiday that day and whilst I knew it would be too much for the kids to go and then be in the car for three hours, my very forgiving husband let me shoot up to town early on my own before we crammed suitcases and kids into the car for a week in Dorset.
We have all had those ‘Wow’ moments with technology, I remember seeing ‘Tomb Raider’ on the PlayStation One, it was amazing (bear with me). I am not even a gamer but the quality of the visuals and the engagement with the game was an eye opener. I was a generation that grew up with ‘Jet Set Willy‘, believe me it was a revelation. I remember watching a High Definition television for the first time and feeling like I could reach into the screen and become part of the drama. I remember when my mobile phone didn’t have a camera, now I currently have over 3,000 photos on it. Technology, digital, the pace of change, you can’t stop it. The irony is we don’t have a pause button.
Jet Set Willy – in all its glory via Wikipedia