Monday, November 9, 2009

Oops! Eden Sculpture

I should have followed the Eden post with this, on the variety
of sculpture at Eden Project, one of its major and most
impressive features; above, Woman, in the Cornwall biome







Giant bee, pollinator, on the terraces









Bacchinalia, the Mediterranean biome










Depiction of all the electronic waste each
person creates












The Seed--a 70 ton Cornish granite monolith,
in the Core












World's largest refrigerator magnet board











Us

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Archeology 101

Half a mile down the road, once you found the marker on
the unnamed road









Intrepid megalith-hunter, hot on the trail...











Of course, most of the megaliths are now in fences, barns,
houses, etc.

Or scratching posts

Tin Age structure

At last! The very famous and very enigmatic Men-am-Tol,
or "101" site







Me, pondering whether to engage in one of the silly rituals
associated with this site








Of course, I did; but Vicki declined being passed through,
naked, nine times, etc.; at least on camera








This is someone else's photo off the web; I really don't think
there's much of an enigma here; sort of a group site, so to
speak...

Lanyon Quoit

Cornwall has scores of megalithic sites; we visited just a major few. Many have been destroyed or re-cycled into fences, fence-posts, houses, barns, scratching posts, etc. Lanyon Quoit is the largest of Cornwall's dolmens, but it is really out there, on an unnamed road between two hamlets, in or very near Bodmin Moor. We finished up so late we wound up "camping" at the intersection (the wide part of a "Y") of two unnamed roads. Fortunately, there is not much traffic in these places, and the morning view of St. Michael's was great.
Lanyon Quoit (dolmen's are called "quoits" here); tall
enough (for me) to walk under
Another view; originally buried, of course







The National Trust is everywhere; but where was the gift
shop and the membership station? and the cafe and the 
garden store? and who gifted Lanyon Quoit to the Trust?
and where's the folly?




























Land's End

We were not the only people there; there were perhaps a dozen others. Land's End is much larger than John O' Groats, but much more cheesy-touristy. Fortunately, almost all the attractions and shops were closed for the season. Unfortunately, and much to our surprise and disappointment, there was no Land's End outlet store. Perhaps we can finally catch the London Fog outlet in London.
Cliffs at Land's End

A rough, wild, but beautiful coastline

The usual sign; took me a long time to figure out what
D ARTFORD was...someplace in France?







Longships lighthouse, a mile and a half out from the
mainland, as a squall approaches























Merry Maidens and Tregriffian

After St. Michael's Mount, we continued on
west and stopped at Cornwall's largest stone
circle, the Merry Maidens, and then at a
dolmen, Tregriffian, just down the road.
Well, actually, under the road; above, a very
old-looking cross














The Merry Maidens







Huge stones in nearby fences...wonder where they came
from...?








Vicki in the gorse








Tregriffian








They built the road right over it!








Deep cup-marks on a stone at Tregriffian











Look closely, maybe use your own viewer-
apparatus, but the figure cut in here is not a
cross, I think, but just a human figure









St. Michael's Mount

Cornwall's St. Michael's Mount; yes, England has one too,
not as large, not as well known, but there it is, on the south

Cornish coast, and we saw it on a cloudy November 3;
from the mainland; legend, as well as medieval chroniclers,
hold that the sea did not encroach until the 11th or 12th
centuries, AD; global warming







Up closer








Village of Marazion, linked to the island by a man-made
causeway, passable only at low tide







People on the causeway







Kite-surfing nearby






Monetized version; two nights later we were parked on a
high ridge and awoke to this scene in the distance









Eden

The Eden Project is a huge non-profit botanical theme park--
hundreds of acres, thousands of specimens from around the
world, several "biomes" including the largest conservatory
ever built, great contemporary architecture, art and scultpure,
all with an educational and social agenda. Green. We spent
most of the day at Eden, which is west of Fowey, in a
former china clay open-pit mine...talk about reclamation!
It is an incredible display and impressive educational
undertaking. Above, in 2000, the china clay open pit mine,
"England at its rapacious and destructive worst, ripping
both land and people apart, all for the creation of wealth,"
as the project founder said













More recently--since this photo was taken, several new
buildings have gone up and the terraces are entirely
planted-in, with paths, exhibits, etc.









In the rain forest biome, the world's largest conservatory








Lunch, locally-grown pasty and sausages and potatoes, and
cauliflower, and carrots








In the Mediterranean biome, probably the only rhododendrons
I'll see in bloom on this trip








Ice-skating rink; its rationale is a little unclear; the other on-
site sport is rock-climbing on the old mine's walls








In one of the outside biomes, bananas growing in Cornwall,
in November!








From the "core" building, looking back up the mine/canyon
toward the two interior biomes








One of the better and larger gift shops around

Castle Dore


Monday morning we worked our way on down to the
southern Cornish coast, intending to drive out to Land's End,
and then back the north coast. Near the harbor village of
Fowey we stopped at the Iron Age hill fort known as Castle
Dore. All that remains are the bank and ditch and some sense
of size. Castle Dore traditionally is associated with King
Mark and thus with the Tristan and Isolde legend. Given the
Wagnerian associations, I had to see it. Now we have to
look for Tristan's castle in Brittany!







Historical marker











Ditch and bank








Looking across the interior