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Something strange on the Stade.... more odd Art.

Went down to town this morning to meet up with two friends of Turkey/Lyme Regis buddy Karol, who have just moved into All Saints Street.  Encountered this when waiting for Philosopher.  This is another very quick post - am going away very shortly. More when I return.....

     Anyway, this is an Art Installation 'The Tempest, The Shore' by Brian Mander. Very eerie cement statues of babies tied up with rope. It is part of the Coastal Currents Festival. Philosopher thought it looked vaguely fetishistic. I thought it was just plain odd.
      Here is a photo of what the sculptor/creator has to say about his work.

      Ah well, there you go.
      I expect passing Hastingas of a more philistine disposition will help themselves to a few of these to liven up their gardens.....
      The people we met, who seemed very nice, are enjoying life in Hastings so far - but they have only been here two weeks.... do they realise quite what a mad place they have fetched up in?

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Battleaxe visits the Exbury Egg at the Jerwood

A quick post today. We have had friends John and Jan from Birmingham staying. Walked down to town, went on the Pier and then walked down to meet Philosopher who was doing his stint at the Jerwood. He can't walk that far at the moment - having his hip operation on 26 October.  First thing, we visited the Exbury Egg, which has appeared outside the gallery. It was open, so in we went... So, what is it? Well, it's a wooden egg-cum-home that spent a year floating on a river near Beaulieu, inhabited by artist Stephen Turner.  It has been touring all round the country before fetching up on the shingle outside the Jerwood. The theme is 'Everything Comes from the Egg', and this is what the artist has to say about it:

“The ‘blueprint’ for the Exbury Egg, echoes its symbolism as a blueprint of life. Aesthetically perfect, eggs contain in embryo the essentials for new life. From primate to plankton they embody the idea of new birth and renewal, protection and fragility. In an urba…

Notable Women of Hastings - Battleaxe on parade...

No, I'm not one of the notable women.... Last night I gave a talk to our WI group on the subject, so thought I would sum it up in this post.  I still am terribly busy. We've had friends Sue and Graham to stay,  last week I slaved all day at a big WI do at Great Ote Hall, over in Wivelsfield, which totally wore me out. Been to a party, had to work on a poem for Stanza poetry group and I have to sort a whole edition of the East Sussex WI News before we go away to Italy on 28 September...      Back to the subject in hand. Battleaxe is fine about doing talks - I enjoy it, but I still hate the technology. Ugh - wrestling with laptop and projector. How often do the wretched things go wrong?
     In the nineteenth century, Hastings was full of women of independent means and still more independent minds. Apparently it was one of the very few places in the UK where women outnumbered men. Why? Lots of well-to-do women came for their health, and lots more came to work in the hote…

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