Sunday, May 25, 2014

Best Viking terrifying warship

Been waiting for months to visit a British Museum exhibition of the Viking world. Of course there were helmet and spears, shields and swords. The swords are disintegrating but they're lethal purpose and exquisite craftsmanship is still apparent. 
I'm (we're) surrounded and largely unimpressed by complicated technology - smartphones and laptops tossed in our bag with no more care than a pad of paper or file folder.  So I wonder why I was so in awe of the sophistication the swords. Perhaps it's the human effort it took to create it or you have a sense of how advanced it was at the time. There pretty things too:

The contents of a Viking man-drawer:




You snake around through the displays of coins and jewelry, implements and accessories. There's jade from the east, amber from Poland and stone crosses from Yorkshire. Then finally you come to the main hall with the ship - the main showpiece - and discover how the Vikings managed to get to all those places. And nick all their stuff! They've created a steel frame in the shape of a longship to cradle the surviving thousand year-old timbers which shows the real scale and shape of the ship. I'd seen it on tv on exhibition opening day, but it was many times the size I had expected. It's over a 100 feet in length. Stunning. 
Imagine you're some poor little Dark Ages subsistence farmer living in a mud and grass hut and this enormous beast of ship suddenly sails up your river and into view. It's not just the magnitude of the ship and the terrifying appearance of the tattooed and painted (and filed-teethed!) Viking warriors inside that would stop you in your tracks. Surely this would have been the most technologically advanced thing they'd ever seen - beyond their imagination - and there couldn't have many people who didn't think 'yeah, we're definitely in trouble now'. Say you're walking along the road and out of nowhere an alien spaceship uncloaks and materialises in front of you. I think that might be a comparable 'uh oh' moment for us. 

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Espana III

Everyone needs to be spoiled now and again. Look very closely below and you'll spot my benefactress. My little sister and my bestest friend...she tagged along on her husband's business trip to Madrid so I figured why not make a crowd of three. Stuart had to go to some very important meetings though so Lucy hired a car and took me on the road.


After the Bourbon palace at Aranjuez and half a lamb for lunch at Chinchon, a panorama at Cuenca. Not sure if that bridge wobbles or if it was just our knees. Trust me, it's a lot higher up than it looks. 


Cuenca isn't short on rooms with a view...


and it has a papier mache cathedral...



Look at that sky! And the 7 perfectly preserved towers of the castle ain't too bad either. This is Molina de Aragon.


Another castle, this one doubled up as our hotel for the night.


We ate like infantas, slept in castles, climbed over ruins and enjoyed landscapes with the most beautiful colour palettes. There was just one thing missing...our little back seat driver. Lucy and I kept looking behind us and remarking how much we missed having Jonathan along for the ride. But he's 14 now and was busy back home being mr. social butterfly. It seems we managed to raise a happy, confident and well-liked young man after all. Still it's not like all the signs weren't there, when we took him to Spain eleven years ago and he charmed everyone along the way.