Old Gaol trench

Twickenham House
It was not easy for this lorry to reverse through the gate at Twickenham House. It came within inches of the houses opposite in East St Helen Street, then within inches of cars parked either side, and just fitted through the gates. But the driver managed it without injury as far as I am concerned.
Twickenham House
That was last week, and since then a trench has been dug and services laid through to the new Old Gaol development. I can imagine the lights flickering and going dim all the way along East St Helen Street when the new Old Gaol restaurants are first opened.

The Show

The Show
Exhibit 1 has a cot surrounded with logos. On the mobile over the cot, M for Macdonalds circles round Adidas, Apple, Puma…

The final year show for the Foundation Art and Design course at Abingdon and Witney College can be seen for three days more… Tuesday 10am-7pm, Wednesday 10am-5pm, Thursday 10am-7pm.
The Show
The building is fairly easy to find. It has the word SHOW in the big window at the front
The Show
and what look like large 3d Tetris blocks up the side.
The Show
We visited while the tutors were going round assessing the work. All the electronic devices were working perfectly. An animatronics birdy-type-thing in a cage was breathing.

In order to assess the final major projects tutors look as much for the development of the idea as the final piece of art.   Sketch pads are there for reference beneath the final piece.
The Show
Exhibit 2 is one of four famous works of art redone with a modern commercial theme. This one is Van Gogh in Burberry.

Down and Out in Sutton Courtney

Historcal Bike Ride
We went on a historical bike ride today as part of Bike Week.
Historcal Bike Ride
We visited The Abbey Gateway, St Helen’s Wharf, remains of the Canal, the new Jubilee Junction, Sutton Courtney, Culham Lock, and Old Culham Bridge (where there was a Civil War battle).
Historcal Bike Ride
In Sutton Courtney we visited the churchyard where Eric Blair is buried (aka George Orwell – the author of Down and Out in Paris and London). Somebody had left three Canadian flags, a note that read “Nothing had changed, and a poem by Orwell …

“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over
The bending poplars, newly bare,
And the dark ribbons of the chimneys
Veer downward; flicked by whips of air,

Torn posters flutter; coldly sound
The boom of trains and the rattle of hooves,
And the clerks who hurry to the station
Look, shuddering, over the eastern rooves,

Thinking, each one, ‘Here comes the winter!
Please God I keep my job this year!’
And bleakly, as the cold strikes through
Their entrails like an icy spear,

They think of rent, rates, season tickets,
Insurance, coal, the skivvy’s wages,
Boots, school-bills, and the next instalment
Upon the two twin beds from Drage’s….

Historcal Bike Ride
It was unusual to find a country church open in this day and age, when nothing was apparently going on inside. I looked inside but didn’t go too far – so as not to disturb the man asleep on the pew.