Eden, Cornish Sea Mist and :wibble:
Dec. 7th, 2007 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperwell, today, the weather was that fabulous variation properly described as 'Cornish Sea Mist'. Which is basically constant drizzle at anything approaching a 90 degree angle, with added wind, varying from spitting to something that's not quite downpour. But make no mistake, it is persistent and wil get you soaked through in no time at all.
Of course, this is the day I decided to go to the Eden project. So I got off the train at St Austell, went 'augh', then got out of the entrance at the Eden Project and decided to suck it up, as the temperate zone (ie, normal cornish weather, covers most of the pit) is one of the bits I love, since it changes and there's the garden bit and the mad sculptures (giant bee which is carefully hidden behind several things so you only see it when you turn a corner and go 'AUGH! BEE!', something that looks like Kokopelli and might actually be but I've never bothered to find out its name, and the man made out of electrical appliances are just the bigger ones) and the cornish bit and the tiny sapling forest that still looks like a bunch of sticks as they're only a few years old. Got wet. Denim, I love you so much sometimes. Blegh. Explored that side of the pit fully, got into the Biomes and went 'ooooo' a lot and then did the 'nose is so in heaven' bit in the Mediterranean section (it's like a massive herb garden with added mosaics and really freaky rite of Dionysis sculptures and cork pigs) and had lunch and then looked down at boots to discover they'd finally fully dried out... and of course I had to go back out there to go see the garden section on the other side of the pit. Dammit.
More of the pit achieved, then ice skating! YAY! I got my feet into decent motion after three or four circuits, only stayed on the hand section for half a turn, and only fell over twice! (once was the classic pratfall of feet going everywhere v. early on, and the other was when I was helping this little girl who me and the staff spent a large portion of the first half of the session picking up - and they nicknamed 'Bambi' for the, er, obvious reasons. She went over for the umpteenth time, went straight into my legs and whoomph. Timber. Poor kid did leave after about twenty minutes due to tiredness even though she'd been giggling the entire time) And now I so want to learn to skate properly due to watching those who knew what they were doing - crossing, skating backwards, etc.
Did a bit more of the pit, looked at an exhibit in the Core the park people had enthused about (when they weren't going on about climate change and the rally tomorrow and their bid for the £50 million lottery money they're competing for alongside Sherwood, the Black Country and the cycle paths) - there's no other bloody way you'd get me in the Core building, since I was bored so badly last time in there aside from the giant mechanism of mad inventor nut-cracker.
Got home. To find someone had put up a fairly detailed review of the first ep of S2 Torchwood which had the entirety of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
torch_wood making noises only bats can hear. ...I need to find a way to hijack a time machine to Jan 16th, then leap back in time for Christmas and New Year and Birthday and Panto. AUGH. There are details in this review that just... :wibble:. WANT. WANT SO VERY MUCH.
Of course, this is the day I decided to go to the Eden project. So I got off the train at St Austell, went 'augh', then got out of the entrance at the Eden Project and decided to suck it up, as the temperate zone (ie, normal cornish weather, covers most of the pit) is one of the bits I love, since it changes and there's the garden bit and the mad sculptures (giant bee which is carefully hidden behind several things so you only see it when you turn a corner and go 'AUGH! BEE!', something that looks like Kokopelli and might actually be but I've never bothered to find out its name, and the man made out of electrical appliances are just the bigger ones) and the cornish bit and the tiny sapling forest that still looks like a bunch of sticks as they're only a few years old. Got wet. Denim, I love you so much sometimes. Blegh. Explored that side of the pit fully, got into the Biomes and went 'ooooo' a lot and then did the 'nose is so in heaven' bit in the Mediterranean section (it's like a massive herb garden with added mosaics and really freaky rite of Dionysis sculptures and cork pigs) and had lunch and then looked down at boots to discover they'd finally fully dried out... and of course I had to go back out there to go see the garden section on the other side of the pit. Dammit.
More of the pit achieved, then ice skating! YAY! I got my feet into decent motion after three or four circuits, only stayed on the hand section for half a turn, and only fell over twice! (once was the classic pratfall of feet going everywhere v. early on, and the other was when I was helping this little girl who me and the staff spent a large portion of the first half of the session picking up - and they nicknamed 'Bambi' for the, er, obvious reasons. She went over for the umpteenth time, went straight into my legs and whoomph. Timber. Poor kid did leave after about twenty minutes due to tiredness even though she'd been giggling the entire time) And now I so want to learn to skate properly due to watching those who knew what they were doing - crossing, skating backwards, etc.
Did a bit more of the pit, looked at an exhibit in the Core the park people had enthused about (when they weren't going on about climate change and the rally tomorrow and their bid for the £50 million lottery money they're competing for alongside Sherwood, the Black Country and the cycle paths) - there's no other bloody way you'd get me in the Core building, since I was bored so badly last time in there aside from the giant mechanism of mad inventor nut-cracker.
Got home. To find someone had put up a fairly detailed review of the first ep of S2 Torchwood which had the entirety of
torch_wood making noises only bats can hear. ...I need to find a way to hijack a time machine to Jan 16th, then leap back in time for Christmas and New Year and Birthday and Panto. AUGH. There are details in this review that just... :wibble:. WANT. WANT SO VERY MUCH.
