Friday, 22 May 2015

Adventures Underground with Alice ...

This week, First Born Child and I ventured out of Yorkshire in search of Wonderland and we found it, bizarrely enough, in Waterloo Station.

Or, more precisely, in the vaults beneath Waterloo Station where the cast and crew of  Les Enfants Terribles are currently orchestrating adventures through Alice's Wonderland in honour of the 150th anniversary of Alice in Wonderland's publication

For 90 minutes, Child, aged 19, and I, a mere 50, were immersed in Lewis Carroll's nonsensical Wonderland world. Both of us felt six years old for the entire time we were there.

The aching feet and grumpy tiredness of a whole day of travelling and sightseeing was dispelled as we hurtled down the rabbit hole, explored shrouded turning corridors or tiptoed up twisting stairs and thumped back down them again. We burst into rooms and hurried out of rooms and scurried into rooms like children playing games.

There was even, and tell not a soul, a certain amount of skipping along gaily.

 Or perhaps that was just me.

It would, I think, be entirely wrong to reveal much of what went on beneath Waterloo Station during our adventures (not least because of the actual skipping). Like Alice, to truly experience Wonderland you must see it for yourself.

What Les Enfants Terribles have created is a Wonderland; a carefully created, cunningly designed, beautifully crafted, fabulously costumed, sumptuously surprising and ever so slightly sinister, very real, Wonderland.

And it was an absolute joy to share it with them.

I may feel unable to divulge much of our experience underground for fear of spoilers but there are a couple of things that I might suggest if you were thinking of adventuring with Alice:

1: Do check in, as suggested, coats, bags and extraneous items at the cloakroom before your adventure..

2: Don't feel silly if you squeal and clap your hands in delight during your adventure. Everybody else wants to do that too.

3: When they ask what you want to drink at that Mad Hatter's tea party? Pick the vodka and cucumber. It definitely adds to the adventure. *Nods sagely*

Callooh! Callay!  

Disclaimer: This not-quite-a-review has not been solicited or sponsored, I have written it because we had such a fabulous time. 
Thank you to Daughter1 for the adventure.

If you would like to experience Wonderland for yourself, visit  Alice's Adventures Underground

Thursday, 14 May 2015

Bluebells and Other Bells ...

I set out to take photographs of the bluebells in the local churchyard this week and completely accidentally pissed off the bell ringer at the same time ... 

Man, appearing as if from nowhere: Did you hear the bells?

Me, sat in a patch of bluebells with a camera: Bells?

Man, with annoyance: The bells! The bells!

Me, looking surreptitiously at Man's back for a hump because, well, Disney: 'Bells?

Man, with exasperation: The BELLS!... I've been ringing them for the last two hours.

Me: Ah, no sorry. I've not been here very long.

Man: TWO HOURS OF .....   He then gave an extremely lengthy, time-consuming, complicated list of exotic sounding bell ringing terms, complete with accompanying actions.

At least, I hope they were bell-ringing terms.

Me, apologetically, politely, if not entirely sincerely: Oh, I am sorry I missed that.

Man, suddenly hopeful: Would you like to come and see the bells? You can see them now if you want. I can take you to see them. I'll show you them. They're very interesting.

But frankly there is only so many bells a girl can take in one day so, rather feebly, I made my excuses and left. Quickly.

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Friday, 8 May 2015

The Alphabet Project: Q is for ...


And not any old Quad, but the Quad at York St John's University where I was a student in the 80s and where TeenTwin1 is studying now.. 

My final year was spent in the room under the little white tower  (above) unfortunately, for TeenTwin1, what were student rooms in the 80s are now offices.

Q is for Quad.

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