Miles 155
Carbon footprint 44kg
expenses food 10
I arrived in Nenagh at 9am and went in search of the manager of the Machinery Yard. I was trying to get a handle on how I could move the Space Shuttle to Silvermines; they have no truck with a crane arm, which means paying for one again, groan.
Trying to make contact with the man who promised me alternative energy sources; I think he is really some kind of international spy and this is all just a cover, as he never, ever answers his phone, or texts or e-mails.
I had coffee in Civic Offices and met Martina and two women working as consultants on something - one of them told me about a man in Cavan who has a private cultural centre, and organises walks of the Smuggler Routes along the border; I want to find out who he is and make contact. She is supposed to send me info.
Second last day of the schools programme; we worked on their A3 trails - most of them are quite modest walking tours, but some great drawings and some great stops. It's very time-consuming scanning them and getting them up on the site.
So, I think the title of the project is now, conclusively, Imagining Silvermines, a psychogeography. I am beginning to think about a publication, also a mural (which they have requested) and a Walking Festival over 4 days maybe towards the end of August., culminating with a community bar-b-q because Eamonn has indicated that some community building might be a good thing.
I got the film for the square format camera so I am off to Dromore Woods this Sunday to photograph some stuffed animals, a sort of practice run. Oh yes, and bought a book from Amazon called Cartographica Extrodinaire, because I saw an Aztec map from it and it gave me an idea for the mural. Cost 65 euro including priority post, but what the hell.
Carbon footprint 44kg
expenses food 10
I arrived in Nenagh at 9am and went in search of the manager of the Machinery Yard. I was trying to get a handle on how I could move the Space Shuttle to Silvermines; they have no truck with a crane arm, which means paying for one again, groan.
Trying to make contact with the man who promised me alternative energy sources; I think he is really some kind of international spy and this is all just a cover, as he never, ever answers his phone, or texts or e-mails.
I had coffee in Civic Offices and met Martina and two women working as consultants on something - one of them told me about a man in Cavan who has a private cultural centre, and organises walks of the Smuggler Routes along the border; I want to find out who he is and make contact. She is supposed to send me info.
Second last day of the schools programme; we worked on their A3 trails - most of them are quite modest walking tours, but some great drawings and some great stops. It's very time-consuming scanning them and getting them up on the site.
So, I think the title of the project is now, conclusively, Imagining Silvermines, a psychogeography. I am beginning to think about a publication, also a mural (which they have requested) and a Walking Festival over 4 days maybe towards the end of August., culminating with a community bar-b-q because Eamonn has indicated that some community building might be a good thing.
I got the film for the square format camera so I am off to Dromore Woods this Sunday to photograph some stuffed animals, a sort of practice run. Oh yes, and bought a book from Amazon called Cartographica Extrodinaire, because I saw an Aztec map from it and it gave me an idea for the mural. Cost 65 euro including priority post, but what the hell.
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