Just as the title says. A lot’s happened, including giant parts of teapots in gardens:
My final year piece in Trelissick gardens, Men-an-Teapot was based upon Trelissick’s history with Spode china and far, far earlier history of Cornwall – specifically the more visual signs such of the neolithic such and Men-an-Tol:
Folklore states that passing a limb through the hole stone cures it of rickets and blesses babies. Let’s just say that since researching this project, my rucksack is now rickets free.
Also, somehow, in some (at this point) inconceivable time, summer happened and I found myself in collaborations. First there was a week at The Eden Project with us and Sue and Peter Hill with the brief ‘2 in 1.’ So we made a giant head:
Also, you can camp at Eden now. We certainly did. First night we spent in the all new ‘snug boxes, which are exactly what they say on the tin, or in this case, up-cycled and split freight containers:
Then came July and I suddenly found myself at the edge of the world to help in the crafty side of things at the (relatively new) Valentia Isle festival, Ireland:
See where that bit of land tears up? That’s where civilization ends until you get to America. If you have very good eyesight, you might just spot the tiny peaks of the Skelligs peeking through the mist. Valentia Isle is also home to one of the nicest little cafe/coffee/book shop and refuges from horrific weather I’ve been to:
It got tedious, the weather was out to personally murder us all, I’m sure I nearly collapsed from self caused exhaustion and I really, really want to do it again next year. Only next time I will definitely pack a tent that isn’t a Wilko cheapie that constantly collapses to the point of a mental breakdown on my behalf.