Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Well, today was a busy day. First off was a champagne breakfast at George's house. It was nice, we even got to go outside in the garden as it was sunny. There were lots of croissants, fruit salad etc. I had to leave a little early though, as I needed to pick Rosie up to drive to the Eden Project, near St Austell in Cornwall. After I'd eventually found her we headed off. We got there quite quickly, and had lunch in Tesco. Then we met the family at 2. The biomes were quite interesting, and one was like a sauna, which was quite nice. The site is definitely worth visiting. It looks very James Bond. Like in You Only Live Twice. Once for each biome, presumably. They're building some more there too. After Eden, we all drove up to Paignton back in Devon for dinner. I took the cross-country route which was quite nice, but took a little while. A very involving drive, with millions of hills and several thousand gear changes. Rosie's parents followed us all the way, even when we stopped for petrol. Dinner was nice, and they started a pub quiz which seemed good, whereby you had to name the top four answers people would give for naming things, like Family Fortunes. Tomorrow I'm out at South Zeal from 9.30 - 17-30. Last work in Exeter till I go back to Cheltenham on Sunday.
3 comments:
Were there wasps at the Eden Project?
I don't recall any, although there was a 6 foot bee.
I remember quite a nice story about bees that was probably told to me at primary school. It may be a Just So story.
It's something to do with bees being tears. I think the story is that it's an ogre who is very unhappy, because he is a very ugly ogre, and nobody likes him. So he cries.
Ogre tears, however, aren't delicate things like what human tears are, so they come out in lumps. And he decides to make something beautiful from one of his tears, so that he can be vicariously beautiful. So he takes his tear on his anvil and hammers it into a little creature.
He keeps it as his own possession. Somehow or other (in a narrative sense - clearly He would know) God finds out, and the ogre expects some sort of reprimand - God is the creator, not ogres - however, God blesses it, and breathes on it, giving it life.
And it's a bee.
I like that story. Whoever told it originally told it better though.
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