I recently
came across a quote, attributed to Marcel Duchamp, - "I have forced myself
to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste" - which
jolted me into remembering not to get stuck in my ways. It was perhaps with this
in mind that I decided to buy a ticket to Disney/Pixar’s latest film, Inside Out. I'm pleased to say that it
didn't disappoint insofar as it is, as the critics say, smart, funny and
imaginative, but I reckon I might have had a fuller experience if I had taken
some kids along. Later that day I pushed myself a little harder, watching Eden, a French film about an aspiring DJ
on the Paris club scene during the 90s and 00s. From my point of view, the
experience was akin to watching a subtitled educational video on what, to me,
were imperceptible differences between House, Garage and Techno dance music. I
found it neither informing nor engaging. With the Disney film I had the
advantage of having once been there - childhood, I mean - whereas the
club-dance thing happened in a parallel universe and now it's too late to catch
up. It goes to show that, interesting though it may be to leave one's familiar
cultural zone from time to time, there's no guarantee that it will be either stimulating
or productive.
I was on
safer, more familiar ground with the continuation of my current series of
mini-expeditions to some of Britain's "drive-by" counties. This week
it was Dumfries, that part of Scotland reached by turning left at Gretna
instead of proceeding north to Glasgow and the Highlands beyond. There's a new
and unusual attraction there, the Crawick Multiverse, a fantastically landscaped series of
slag-heaps, the logic of which may be gloriously obscure, but is heart-gladdeningly
realised nonetheless. It wouldn't look out of place in Disneyland, come to
think of it.
Crawick Multiverse is so new that there are no
"heritage" road-signs to guide you to it, which might explain why
there was nobody there, but even established sites were thinly populated with
visitors. At Caerlaverock Castle the café ladies were
unprepared for my request for coffee at 10.00 and, although they bestirred themselves valiantly to
oblige, it seemed they were not expecting many customers. I had the castle to
myself for a while and enjoyed a quiet contemplation of medieval life before a
woman turned up with two young boys, both brandishing plastic swords, and put
an end to my reverie.
Next stop
was the birthplace of John Paul Jones (well signposted) where there is a small
museum and an adjacent campervan site. I looked forward to killing two birds
with one stone: an overnight stop and a chance to learn more about one of Led
Zeppelin's less high-profile founding members. Or was he that blues singer from
the 60s who is now a DJ on Radio 2? In fact he was neither. The John Paul
Jones of Kirkbean grew up - very rapidly - to become a famous sailor, founder
and hero of the U.S. Navy. I wasn't expecting that but, since there was nobody
else at either the museum or the camp-site, my astonishment went un-remarked. At
least it wasn't necessary for me to hide my embarrassment.
Back at
home, relaxing not exploring, I watched Life in Squares, the TV dramatisation
of the private lives of the Bloomsbury set. Their ideas successfully challenged
the cultural boundaries of their time and eventually merged with the rich mainstream
we now enjoy. Afterwards, nursing a bottle of Caol Ila 12 year-old single malt,
I listened to Frank Sinatra reminding me that it's very nice to go trav'lin' but it's so much nicer to come home
and raised a glass to Bloomsbury: and another to Monsieur Duchamp.
Crawick Multiverse |
Fantastic traveling tips - really like the look and idea of Crawick Multiverse!
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