Saturday: It was a beautiful morning and we set out nice
and early to give ourselves plenty of time to set up. We were, once
again, set up in L168. I could not help noticing the number
of wasps that were lying dead or dying, even when I opened my museum
box I was met by a half dead wasp that had hitched a lift at Avoncroft.
It was something of a slow start, you just never know what you’re
going to get at this event, but groups of people started to drift
through later in the day. When I picked up Charlie to show
to a visitor yet another ninja
wasp snuck out from his hair!
Liz came to see what strangeness we had added since we had
last seen her. Liz thinks we are weird; I take that as a compliment
and hope to continue with weirdosity for some years to come!
One of my young visitors during the afternoon was a young girl
with her mother, who had a remarkable knowledge of things and was
into lots of prehistoric stuff, I could see that she liked the hand
axe that she was holding and before she left I donated it to
So, our first day came to an end and as we travelled home I was
lucky enough to spot a male bullfinch
as it flew across the road…and survived to disappear into a hedge.
Sunday: We again arrived early and since it was such a lovely
morning I went for a stroll. I couldn’t help smiling at the image
of myself, in full colonial, ambling across the field looking for
critters. I did not see any deer but as I walked along the canal
I spotted some fine looking chub
by the bridge and a carp
cruised around a sunken barge.
Dr. Tooms went off to see Tricia’s
music hall act, he returned with Tricia in tow; during her performance
one of those dopey wasps had flown into her dress and stung her.
the doctor in the audience offered to suck
the poison out but she went for option two which was the antihistamine
cream that we keep in our kit…and who can blame her!?
At 2:00pm Mr & Mrs Grymm boarded the land
train that took us around the site. I had done this once before
and it is an excellent little trip. We spotted a few of the dark
fallow deer and at the deep pool that had once been used for blowing
things up, a shoal of large carp were fed with a loaf of bread.
It had become over cast and there was the odd gust so I hung onto
my pith helmet in case it turned into a boat.
Things were a little on the slow side when we returned, Dr.
Tooms was still chatting to the gentleman who had come to see
us at Kelmarsh, so we went to see the Tricia’s show
which was very enjoyable and the wasps behaved.
We returned to the museum for that last burst of visitors that
we seem to get at the end of the day and had a good final turn out.
A couple of lads, who, from our first impression, looked like they
were going to be trouble turned out to be very polite, inquisitive
and ended up going through almost everything that we had…well I
As one gent perused my exhibits he suddenly made a very odd remark
“You haven’t got anything about slavery”. I was not quite sure how
to answer this, but did explain that we are a science museum. His
query was comparable to me asking the Natural
History Museum why they have nothing about the Schleswig-Holstein
Question of 1848.
Weekend quote, apart from the other one: A visitor asked Mrs.
Grymm if she was the mermaid. “Don’t be silly;” said his wife,
“She hasn’t got a tail!”
This is Prof Grymm…saying wotchya
to Paul n Debbie