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Before I crossed the equator one more time I went for a long stroll across the Dartmoor National Park to drop into a tiny place called Hexworthy, where once I washed many dishes and made ploughmans lunches by the hundreds. Black headed sheep and ponies scampered about the greeness and the little rocky Tors reminded me of Antarctic nunataks. I had one very pleasant British day up on the Moors.
Then I was airported about for two days on to Beijing via Melbourne so next update shall be from somewhere in China.
Sammy the Chinese dragon zipped into the Classic Roebuck pub for a fast beer while stomping and banging about Chinatown at Broome’s annual festival, I had a couple of drinks myself before I flew out.
I left the Japanese inspired Shinju Matsuri or Festival of Pearls to be involved with another festival. 14,084 kms away from Broome. To get to the Plymouth Marine City Festival took one car, three planes, two buses, 7 travelators (also known as - horizontal escalators, autowalks, travelators, moving walkways, movators or my favorite term horizontalator) then one more bus and finally a short walk took me to the Plymouth Art Centre in UK. I should have arrived by ship really but time was against me.
Over on another continent the 4th Antarctic Art and Culture International Festival was held. In the city of the Tango three of my short Antarctic films from Mawson station were screened at the Chancellery Auditorium in Buenos Aires. Sadly I wont make it back to Argentina until December long after that festival is over.
I stay at a cute British bed and breakfast hotel that offers the full English breakfast each morning and locates me in the historical sector of the town just down the hill from the Hoe where Sir Francis Drake played lawn bowls.
Here I set up a temporary studio to prepare for my exhibition. KNOT is a small show consisting of 36 small Antarctic KNOTS created at Mawson Station in 2009 and to these I add a very LONG KNOT which I began working on in my Broome studio a long way south of here. I shall also launch my book at the opening.
Each day I consume a pasty for my lunch crammed with meat, potato, and plenty of pepper, delicious treats that have cured my jetlag for a few days, actually I think I have had constant and chronic jetlag for many many years so no local snack will ever totally eradicate my unstill life. Soon back to Melbourne for a pit stop and then across the equator once again.