After a Father's Day breakfast of beans, eggs, and toast, Randy, David, and I stroll into Keswick, which, unbeknownst to myself and the rest of the world, is home to a great deal of Bond memorabilia and props.
Yes, Keswick is home to the Bond Museum. Some excerpts…
Various supporting vehicles
Die Another Day
Like all really passionate people, a little of the owner's excitement wore of through the exhibits and I left wanting to watch a few more of these films.
|After the Bond museum we stopped by the Puzzling Place where our eyes were twisted by illusions and there were far too many blacksmiths' (and other varities of) puzzles; luckily, we escaped before I got truly absorbed.|
After lunch at Costa, we stopped by the "Cars of the Stars" museum where photography was prohibited; anecdotally, though, I did see the original Batmobiles, KITT, the DeLorean, and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, among others. The museum also had one of the few surviving Dukes of Hazard cars; apparently, two were destroyed every episode for a grand total of 239.
Looking around Derentwater, I can clearly recognise the tell-tale signs of past glaciation - the whole shape of the valley speaks of it in a thousand ways which, in the past, I would have been deaf to. But I'm not alone in this… Before leaving on his voyage, Darwin took a week-long hike through Wales with a geologist friend and then further augmented this by doing a lot of reading while he was at sea (with more than four years at my disposal, I'd probably do a lot of reading too!). Returning home, he had cause to visit the same area again and had this to say:
On this tour I had a striking instance of how easy it is to overlook phenomena, however conspicuous, before they have been observed by anyone… we did not notice the plainly scored rocks, the perched boulders, the lateral and terminal moraines. Yet these phenomena are so conspicuous … a house burnt down by fire did not tell its story mroe plainly than did this valley.
It was the last time I was ever strong enough to climb mountains, or to take long walks such as are necessary for geological work.
It makes me groan to think I shall never again have the exquisite pleasure of making out some new district, of evolving geological light out of some troubled dark region.