Flight

Me and Jamie went down the Taliesin Centre today as a late birthday treat for him. Our mission? To board a flight that explored life, death, quantum mechanics and more.

Set aboard an aircraft set-up housed within a long shipping container, we took our seats with trepidation and more than a little excitement.

Buckling in, we donned our headphoned and prepared for take-off.

The floor rumbled nicely as we took our imaginary flight and the sound effects really did give a good impression of thrust as the lights dimmed and we were cast into absolute darkness.

Then the captain introduced what we could expect from the flight. He explained the concept of Schrodinger's cut - the Quantum Mechanics metaphor  of a cat in a sealed box being in both states of life and death until the box was opened and we looked inside. This flight set us in the same equation, with us being the cat.

Suddenly the darkness was interupted by lighting flashing through the cabin windows as a huge thunderstorm erupted about us and we audirorially explored both experiences of flying safely through the storm and the plane suddenly careering to its doom...

To speak more of the 'flight' would be to spoil the experience for others who decide to take the trip for themselves after reading thing post. All I will add is that it was a tenner well spent. 🙂

Malvern on the Rosie

We returned to Malvern today for their Autumn veg show.  It's a long drive (just over 2 hours) but I spent it reading about Malvern's connection with the authors J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewsis and their drinking haunt there, The Unicorn. We did plan to visit there after the show but ran out of time. Hopefully, we will get a chance for a literary pint on our next visit. Did you know, btw, that there is more than a rumour that it was the gas-lit street lamps, which still operate to this day, gave the inspiration C.S. Lewis needed for his book The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The gossip goes that the author watched the snow falling as he and Dickens left The Unicorn late one evening.  "Wouldn't it make a beautiful opening scene for a story," he remarked seeing how wonderous the snow looked in the gaslight. And so it did.

Old Rosie had a hand in limiting for pic-taking at the show. The particularly strong cider lightened our moods even when the gales and rain eventually arrived.

And so there a not many photos to share of the event. And, as my, daughter remarked when seeing them, they are more than a little on the creepy side, loll

Don't ask!