The last two weeks we have had some interesting days out which involved death in one way or another (stop rolling your eyes those of you who think I’m obsessed). The first of these was a visit to the Natural History Museum in Tring – this was built in the late 1800’s to house the very eccentric collection of Walther Rothschild. He collected specimens of animals from all around the world, both living and dead – he even had his own Zebra’s that he used to have pull his carriage, the sort of thing which we would be horrified by today, but in the 1800’s he was just a very quirky rich man.
It’s a fascinating collection, especially the dogs, as you can see how much the breeds have changed over the last century due to people trying to breed them for certain characteristics. There’s a big Australian collection and he’s even got Tasmanian Devils and Tasmanian Tiger specimens. See a selection of photos from the museum:
The really sad thing at the museum is the signs that say the elephant and rhino tusks/horns are fake – the reason for the signs is that they have had people break in to steel the tusks in the past – some people are just too scummy.
While we were there we got to see the Wildlife Photographer of the year display – amazing photos and if you ever get the chance to see it make sure you do.
Tring is a lovely little village, with some great shops and of course we had to go into the charity shops as Ken does like a bargain (no comments about him being Scottish) and look what we found in one of them – a jacket that was a very long way from home.
We visited the church St Peter and St Paul of which parts date from the 1400’s. Whilst we were admiring the outside a local lady that was passing took us into the church and showed us a book inside that explains all the different parts of the church both inside and out – she was very sweet. The church has some great gargoyles which Ken loves – see photos below.
|Just keeping the death theme going – I do love a nice graveyard|
Our next exciting day was a visit to the Wellcome collection in London – it is a museum near Euston station, and I wanted to visit to see an exhibition called Death a self portrait.
It’s all about how death has been portrayed through the centuries in art and cultural artifacts – unfortunately we weren’t allowed to take pictures in there otherwise I could have taken some great ones. There is also a permanent display which again was collected by an eccentric man in the late 1800’s which is about medicine through the ages – that was really interesting. One of the things I did whilst we were there was to contribute a postcard to their picture wall – mines second from the left on the bottom row, it was good to sit and draw something about life and death.
|Great bench in the library|
So there you are – we’re totally full of culturallness now (that’s a new word I’ve just made up).
That’s it for today – be good, stay safe, and keep smiling.
Pamela & Ken