Behind the scenes

 The fact I have to open my office window every day and my cactus looks as if it’s dying tells me that summer is finally here! Only a few weeks until the school summer holidays start in Scotland and most people are sunburnt already.

At Prestongrange, David’s Red Hot Pokers are looking lovely and survived the hectic Three Harbours Arts Festival. The opening night saw the museum play host to wonderful choirs, dancers and musicians. Staff also got into the swing of things by dressing up as characters from the museum’s past. As Christine and Claire walked across the site it looked as if we’d suddenly gone back in time! Unfortunately we didn’t make it into the East Lothian Courier’s photographs. Better luck next time!

 In Dunbar, John Muir’s Birthplace continue their hectic schedule with a visit this week from pupils from Yosemite Valley School in California. A huge thanks goes to all the host families who have went out of their way to make the children feel at home whilst they are here! 

 Dunbar Townhouse is currently in a state of flux as the next exhibition, Band of Brothers, is due to open this week. If you happen to be passing, don’t let the scaffolding put you off, there’s lots of great things to see inside.

 Apart from that, plans for the John Gray Centre march on. Our online survey is now ready to roll. If you want to have a say in how the centre develops (it will include a museum, library and archives) then complete the online questionnaire.

As part of our Grundtvig Project I went on a trip to Compton Verney, an art gallery in Warwickshire, from 27th-29th of April.

The gallery is set in picturesque grounds and has a specially built learning centre - which I was very envious of! The gallery is a charity, funded by the Peter Moores Foundation, and only opened in 2004. As well as meeting with other partners from Italy and Hungary who are part of the project, we also had the chance for a tour of the galleries. At present their temporary exhibitions are by James Coleman and Alberto Giacometti. Both were presented really well and, although the James Coleman piece included a very strong Irish accent, all nationalities seemed to appreciate both!

Now onto the actual work of the Grundtvig project, the creation of the Our East Lothian website. Have a look and add your comments about one of our photographs - at the moment the focus is on World War Two.

I’m leaving. After nearly fourteen years it’s surprisingly hard to write those words without a twinge of regret. Museums have been my passion and working in East Lothian has been the largest chunk of my professional life. I will miss the place, the people, the collections, the things we have done and the exciting things we are planning to do. How could I not?

I’m leaving on a jet plane. Although I do know when I’ll be back again - in August, when I fly back to the UK to accompany the rest of my family back to New Zealand. And though I hate to leave, it’s also exciting: new job, new opportunities. One thing I have learned in my time here is that you have to grab oportunities when they present themselves - they may not recur. But as ever by doing one thing you close off the opportunity to do other things with the same resources of time or money. There’s no point worrying about what might have happened if other choices had been made. To quote CS Lewis in the Magician’s Nephew (and it’s not often that the Narnia books get quoted!):

Make your choice, adventurous stranger;
Strike the bell and bide the danger,
Or wonder, till it drives you mad,
What would have followed if you had

Still, I’ll be able to keep in touch. East Lothian will be just a hyperlink away. Unlike Charn.

I’ve thought on and off that it would be good to have something like an ‘object of the week’ on the site. But that’s a task I’ll delegate to someone else… before they all run and hide.

Meanwhile, how about a caption competition? I’ve spent some of today putting together an advert to go on the large visitor maps that will be going up round East Lothian shortly. In a small service like this one, you have to do a bit of everything. we don’t have a marketing person (or an admin person, or a finance person, or a human resources person* and so on). One of the pictures I was going to use was this one:

It occurs to me that we have a lot of pictures ripe for captioning (if that is a word). Something like, “…and this afternoon kids, we’re going to the museum!” perhaps?

No prizes, just kudos I’m afraid, but if you have any ideas the comment box is below.

* ‘Personnel person’ seems, well, too, erm, personal IYSWIM.

Also on Saturday, we held our Big Draw 2007, in which artst Jacquelyn Rixon led families in creating their own masterpieces using vegetable juices made from local vegetables, and using vegetables such as carrots as painting brushes! Participants created a large communal piece of art as well as smaller individual pieces of art. To form the link with Prestongrange, with its history of ceramics, our budding artists were encouraged to make cabbage leaf prints in clay. Similar cabbage leaf plates were made by the old pottery of Belfield’s in Prestonpans (see the thumbnail picture of one such plate in our collection); will the cabbage leaf plates created at this year’s Big Draw be the collectors items of the future?

The second leg of our pottery workshop (see blog entry passim) took place on Saturday, and we’re happy to report that all of the pieces that went into the kiln came out in one piece, thanks to the care and expertise of the ceramicist who kindly offered to fire them for us, namely Diana Hoare of North Berwick Community Centre. After an initial firing, the ceramics would usually be glazed and then returned to the kiln for a second firing. However, in this instance, and to avoid them having to wait an additional week or more, the children returned to paint their creations with a mixture of poster paint and pva glue (which gives the paint a slight sheen), and then take away their finished masterpieces that day.

To accompany the Prestoungrange Gothenburg’s exhibition of pottery, we recently held a ceramics workshop at one of our museums. Antipodean ceramicist Rosie Little led 15 children in a hands-on introduction to slabbing, coiling and extruding terracotta clay. The results will be fired in a kiln and decorated in two weeks’ time. Some photos from the workshop appear above. Click on the thumbnails to see each picture.

Our recent adult art classes at Prestongrange were a big success, and they culminated last Friday in an exhibition of the work produced by the participants, few of whom had ever attempted formal art, but were encouraged to do so by the enthusiasm and encouragement of the class tutor, Jacquelyn Rixon.

Working with materials that have a connection with Prestongrange’s past, such as soap, (char)coal, sand and clay, all of the artists produced engaging and relevant work. The results can be seen at Prestongrange Museum until the end of October.

While the adult art class was a pilot project, we hope to continue it in the future. For more details, please contact Jacquelyn Rixon at jacquelyn.rixon@virgin.net

See Europe A La Carte’s blog entry about the classes…

Museums are about things, stuff, objects, artefacts whatever you want to call them. The collections store in Haddington has somewhere in the region of 25,000 objects in it, from the everyday (a griddle pan), to the unusual (a stone anchor), from the beautiful (an Edwardian wedding dress) to the utilitarian (a piece tin). How on earth do we know where everything is? What it comes down to is have you ever thought about what happens when something is given to a museum? It isn’t just a case of find some space on a shelf and leave it there, to be forgotten about and gather dust. Objects are identified, numbered, named (not as simple as you might think – is it a spade or a shovel?), cleaned, measured, stored and recorded on a database. Sometimes there is even the opportunity to do some research on the object. But this all takes time, energy and enthusiasm. We benefit from the help of volunteers like Hazel (pictured) in the store, who has been involved with the Museums for a number of years. Over the next months and years we will be looking for more volunteers in the museum store, so watch this space!

As a postscript to this blog we were shocked and saddened to hear of the sudden death of another invaluable volunteer, archaeologist, keen supporter of East Lothian’s heritage, and friend, Norma Buckingham last week. Norma had helped in the store, with exhibitions, research, opening nights – just about anything. Her glamour, humour and good spirits will be sadly missed.

I’ve been invited to attend a mini-conference at Hochschule Bremen on using mobile technologies and user-contributed content in developing guided tours of heritage sites.  Let me first observe that Bremen is not an easy place to get to (or indeed away from) if the other end of your journey is Edinburgh. My round trip to attend this mini-Conference at the Hochschule Bremen involves flying from Edinburgh to Luton, then on from Luton to Bremen. The return leg – starting with getting up at 5am – involves a train journey from Bremen to Hamburg, another journey out to the airport, then a flight to Birmingham, and finally a flight back to Edinburgh.

So here I am now in the famed Luton Airport (immortalised by Lorraine Chase, but latterly more famous with a voice-over by Tony Robinson). This is the first time I’ve been in Luton Airport (or as it now grandly titles itself London Luton) since 1973, when I was a mere child and was flying out with my family on a package holiday to Tunisia – the first time I had been abroad. I can remember very little about it, apart from the fact that it was with Horizon Holidays (who later went bust) and that the garishly-painted plane we boarded was named ‘Halcyon Days’. I suspect it’s changed quite a lot in the intervening thirty-four years.

The EasyJet flight down from Edinburgh was fine – no frills needed on such a short journey, after all. Unfortunately, I’m now left with a couple of hours wait before I can check in. Oh well, at least there’s somewhere to site down. I may treat myself to something to eat shortly.