From dinosaurs to fish: from butterflies to rainbows: and back to dinosaurs again

William began his day yesterday by lining up his extensive collection of dinosaurs (thank you, Ben and Alex).  Please note the previously unrecorded vaccosaurus right in the middle there.

Then we went to the Horniman Museum, as we so often do.

We had to visit the Aquarium, as we so often do.

We had to visit the new Butterfly House, so William could show it to me.

And we had to visit the new exhibition about colour, The Rainbow Revealed.  Here’s William, sitting in the light tent, soothed by the calming green light that followed the vigorous energizing magenta.

Just before home time, we came upon this dinosaur.  He lives out his days in the primaeval forest created in the Horniman Museum Gardens.  The primaeval plants are currently protected from the winter storms by very unprimaeval plastic, which slightly spoils the effect.

A fine day.

Click on any image to see it full size.  These are smart phone photos.  Not so smart really.

Snapshot Sunday: Solitude with a few fish

Ten thirty on a damp Wednesday morning.  The Horniman Museum was just opening its doors as William and I arrived, and we stomped downstairs to the aquarium.

We were the first arrivals.  Here’s William, wholly absorbed in fish, frog and butterfly hunting.  This peaceful moment didn’t last long.  Within minutes one, two, then three parties of Reception age school children stormed noisily in.  The fish continued their solitary swishing round their watery home.


This post responds to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge: Solitude

What a difference a year makes

The Horniman Farmers' Market, glimpsed through the gloom.
The Horniman Farmers’ Market, glimpsed through the gloom.

It’s just over a year since I first blogged about the Horniman Museum. Last Saturday we were there again.  It couldn’t have been more different, even though so much was still the same.  William is no longer a cheerful little bundle to be toted about in the arms of a willing aunt or granny.  He’s a running, jumping talking live-wire of curiosity, demanding to be taken to see the ‘dugong’ (yes, really), or the owls, insisting on commentating, as far as he can, on everything he spots.

Last year, after our museum visit, we enjoyed strolling outside in crisp winter sunshine.  This year there was heavy mist, obscuring the views of London.  Instead of strolling round the gardens, or visiting the farmyard creatures, we settled for the small farmers’ market that’s there on Saturdays. horniman-farmersmarket-cheese-event-image There were stalls selling vegetables, and cheeses, or locally cured meats. There was street food. Tom and Sarah bought a goose for Christmas.  We sampled spicy Iranian tit bits.  And best of all, we had an early lunch.  Look at this from the Smeltery.  Tasty, chewy sourdough toast, topped off with melted raclette, bacon, chimichurri and some onion chutney, together with a handful of toasted walnuts.  It’s perfect winter picnic fare.

Buying winter vegetables.
Buying winter vegetables.

But all the same, enough was enough.  Next time, we’ll go when the sun is shining.