We’ve been having loads of festive fun of late – developing the Yule-tide Ark-ive for the rainforest at The Eden Project, Cornwall.
The experience is a combination of live performance, music, installations, soundscapes and beautiful lighting. One thing is for sure, it will be like no other Christmas experience!
The Yule-tide Ark-ive, carrying the memory of Christmas, has crash landed in the Rainforest Biome. Festive cargo has been scattered all over the place. A diligent crew is busy putting the memories back it their rightful crates, as well as harvesting some new memories from the Eden visitors; in order to set sail again…
The Yule-tide Ark-ive is part of Eden’s festive season and will be open on the following nights:
Saturday 29th November 4pm – 8pm
Sunday 30th November 4pm – 7pm
Friday 5th December 4pm – 7pm
Saturday 6th December 4pm – 8pm
Sunday 7th December 4pm – 7pm
Friday 12th December 4pm – 7pm
Saturday 13th December 4pm – 8pm
Sunday 14th December 4pm – 7pm
Monday 15th December 4pm – 7pm
Tuesday 16th December 4pm – 7pm
Wednesday 17th December 4pm – 7pm
Thursday 18th December 4pm – 7pm
Friday 19th December 4pm – 8pm
Saturday 20th December 4pm – 8pm
Sunday 21st December 4pm – 8pm
Monday 22nd December 4pm – 8pm
Tuesday 23rd December 4pm – 8pm
Saturday 27th December 4pm – 6pm
Sunday 28th December 4pm – 6pm
Monday 29th December 4pm – 6pm
Tuesday 30th December 4pm – 6pm
Visit Eden’s website for more details – there’s ice skating and a Father Christmas show each evening too.
We need your help.
Working in partnership with Zap Art, we are exploring possibilities for a major international project, in which we turn our creative gaze to the notion of HOME. We believe this is an important theme to consider at the point at which our global actions are defining the 21st century; at a point when personal and community resilience has never been such an essential asset in a world where complex and unrelenting change feels beyond our control. We want to explore what we need around us to feel at home, what we can learn from different cultures about new ways to cohabit and grow.
We are exploring stories of home and homelessness; rootedness and migrancy; belonging and displacement; access and exclusion. We need to ask if our existing assumptions and understandings about HOME represent the reality of living in our rapidly transforming world. We believe we need to redefine our sense of what constitutes HOME and that we should do that together across communities, across barriers, across borders.
What is it? Bricks and mortar? A familiar sky and landscape? A group of people? A sense of confidence? Something we need others to recognise? How do we create a sense of “at-homeness” in the midst of evolution, shifts and turmoil?
In November and December 2014 a small team of WildWorkers are going to Soweto, Mumbai and Rio. What shall we ask? We will be asking questions such as:
‘Why do you call this home?’
‘What do you most value about where you live?’
‘Is there something in particular that makes you feel at home?’
‘What would you miss most if you left here?’
Is home a suitcase?
Is home a food?
Is home a language?
Is home a person?
Describe home in three words
Describe home in three objects
Is there a question that you would like us to ask? Something you would like to know about any of those places? If so – get in touch with us by:
- tweeting a question to @wild_works
- Emailing a question to [email protected]
- Adding a comment to our Facebook post or blog post
Home has been conceived by Dave Reeves with Bill Mitchell. Zap Art has received public funding from the National Lottery through Arts Council England for the research and development of ideas for this project with WildWorks as artistic lead.
To herald our performance 100: The Day our World Changed at The Lost Gardens of Heligan we have given our twitter feed to a 1914 Motorcyclist who witnessed the shooting in Sarajevo of the Archduke Ferdinand. Now he rides across Europe to bring news of the impending war home to Mevagissey
Motorcyclist – E.J.A. Couch
Born Mevagissey 1874. Educated at Truro Grammar School and Trinity College, Oxford. Joined the Duke of Cornwall’s Light Infantry and served as a Lieutenant in the 2nd Battalion in the Second Boer War. On the Regiment’s return to Cornwall he resigned his commission and took up a Fellowship at Trinity. He has published several works of history and a volume of war poetry. A noted traveller, when at home in Mevagissey he often goes out with the fishing fleet and maintains his collection of motorcycles.
13th July 2014 5pm, Prague has risen before against the Empire. When all is over, who knows what new borders there may be.
13th July 2014 3pm, The purposes of empires: glory, but also money. Prague grows in resentment but still they will fight, against their own interests.
13th July 2014 11am, July 13th 1914: Prague, a conquered city, not a city of conquerors. Still no message at the telegraph office.
12th July 2014 5pm, I come to Prague, watched by statues on the rooftops as silent as those resentful infantry; this is empire, not Imperialist.
12th July 2014 3pm, On the roadside, victualling between silent forests, a sullen column of soldiers, grey clad, so unlike the peacocks of Vienna.
12th July 2014 1pm, Into Bohemia, a long day’s ride. Passing, I frighten horses, threatening their laden carts. At their heads the peasants fight for control.
12th July 2014 11am, July 12th 1914: North West from Vienna into the hills and forests of dark Europe. I feel so far from the great plain of Hungary.
11th July 2014 5pm, Carrying this burden alone, tomorrow I leave for the true heart of this spiral, Berlin, via Prague. I must foresee the worst that will be.
11th July 2014 3pm, I place telephone calls to those few I know with an apparatus, to the Foreign Office. I need to speak, to say what I have seen. None reply.
11th July 2014 1pm, In Sarajevo, in Belgrade, in Budapest: I found no replies to my warnings. And now here, the same silence. Will nobody hear me?
11th July 2014 11am, July 11th 1914: to the telegraph office through the strutting streets, seeking messages from home. Nothing awaits me.
10th July 2014 5pm, The fear here is that Russia will go to war on behalf of Serbia. German collaboration is necessary to deter this.
10th July 2014 3pm, An ultimatum to Serbia is being prepared. It will be designed to be impossible to satisfy. Then – war.
10th July 2014 1pm, The city is full of talk and preparation. The Ministerial Council has been meeting. Meanwhile the German Kaiser has gone on holiday.
10th July 2014 11am, July 10th 1914 Vienna. There is much excitement about events. At breakfast I am asked for news from the east. I pretend not to understand.
9th July 2014 5pm, Why do we not simply say no to this? Why do we everlastingly accord with war, defer to the warriors?
9th July 2014 3pm, Austria-Hungary is renewing itself for war, calling up reservists who are seen to leave their homes in every town. So many sorrows.
9th July 2014 1pm, Riding through fertile land, everlastingly flat, perfect for supplying men under arms.
9th July 2014 11am, July 9th 1914: early on the road to Vienna the true heart of this war-built empire. Much activity around the railway yards.
8th July 2014 5pm, Evening in another strange city. I feel a new solitude. Is nobody hearing these warning messages? Why does no one reply?
8th July 2014 4pm, The newspapers and cafés are full of the German Kaiser’s ‘blank cheque’ to Austria-Hungary to do as they please with the Serbs
8th July 2014 1pm, Budapest does not feel itself the equal of Vienna in the empire. Resentment against Austria burns – another issue in the horror awaiting us
8th July 2014 11am, July 8th 1914, Budapest- Heroes Square, huge new statues of the Seven Magyar Chieftains seem to glare their approval of the coming inferno.
7th July 2014 5pm, In late afternoon I arrive in Budapest, twin capital of this ageing empire. Stupid plumed noblemen parade moustaches and sabres.
7th July 2014 3pm, Wars have flowed through here since times before time, taking everything. Who of these people understood why they suffered? Who would care?
7th July 2014 1pm, I ride through flat lands. It is easy to imagine great armies of history sweeping across this plain. Soon they will again.
7th July 2014 11am, July 7th 1914. Subotica is a town of Serbs, Hungarians, Jews together. Soon these people will kill each other on behalf of others.
6th July 2014 5pm, The incident at the border leaves me behind schedule. I push on into the evening but am forced to stop at a town called Subotica.
6th July 2014 3pm, At the border, suspicious eyes ask why I cross. I say there is no war yet, demand free passage. Then the Triumph will not start.
6th July 2014 2pm,I pedal to no avail. The Hungarians laugh, then push till the engine fires. We drink Tokai to each other. To Peace. But soon we will war.
6th July 2014 11am, July 6th 1914: away at dawn on the road to Budapest, crossing into Austria-Hungary almost immediately. Belgrade is vulnerable.
5th July 2014 midday, I realise my plans have changed. I no longer aim for the sun of the south but for the war furnaces of the North in the old blood trade
5th July 2014 9am, Nationalism is the new word I hear: the errant child of the merchant states who must manipulate their masses to believe that they exist
5th July 2014 7am, Serbia gains by eating away at decaying Habsburgs to the North, Ottomans to the South. It is wild youth spoiling for a fight.
5th July 2014 5pm, July 5th 1914. Ours is an old Empire. Here the old is abraded by the new: fading Austria Hungary, upstart Serbia. Both must try their luck.
5th July 2014 4am, Evening: Belgrade. I hear talk of Princip the hero, killing for the honour of the Slavs, the creation of a pan-Slavic state: Yugoslavia.
5th July 2014 3pm, When you ride you’re alone. You think. Behind Austria-Hungary, before, Serbia. Imagined lines. If no one drew maps could there ever be war?
5th July 2014 17pm, Noon: the Serbian border. Soldiers watch each other across the Drina Bridge, waiting for the war all their leaders want, on their own terms
5th July 2014 11am, July 5th 1914: with first light I leave Sarajevo for Belgrade. The Triumph runs well through the wooded valleys, plains and farms.
4th July 2014 5pm, I will leave Sarajevo at dawn. Thank God. I believe I have witnessed the first unravelling of all we have known. Please hear my message
4th July 2014 3pm, In the street outside Amar’s workshop I pedal the Triumph back into life. The local people cheer, one cries ‘Allah akbar!’
4th July 2014 1pm, Amar has sent word – the magneto has arrived from Germany, and two spares. There is kindness still in Sarajevo in July 1914.
4th July 2014 11am, Again a night without sleep. Sarajevo’s darkness is full of life – marching boots, shouts, murmurs. Here all comes to crux
3rd July 2014 5pm, So many fights are being spoiled for, so many Powers thinking this must be their moment. There are prizes to be seized through war
3rd July 2014 3pm, Since June 28th and the deaths in the Franz Josef Strasse this city has seethed in its siege of mountains, a midden brewing something foul
3rd July 2014 1pm, Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg, were shot here in Sarajevo by Gavrilo Princip when their car stalled.
3rd July 2014 11am, 3rd July 1914: 6 days ago, 28th June, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, was killed before my eyes.
The Gardener – William (‘Young Bill’) Pill
Born Gorran Haven, 1898. Attended the local ‘Schoolhouse in the Wind’.
Followed his father and brothers into the fishing trade, then took up an apprentice position on the garden staff at Heligan for the Tremayne family.
You can follow the day to day life of William Pill a 1914 gardener on https://twitter.com/1914Gardener and he is also adding content to our facebook page leading up to our performance 100: The Day Our World Changed at The Lost Gardens of Heligan
13th July 1914 5pm, Planting alpines in the rockery.
13th July 1914 2pm, Wheeling rocks in the barrow.
13th July 1914 11am, Monday 13th July 1914. Helping Mr Moss in the Rockery.
12th July 1914 5pm, Walking with Elizabeth. Shippams fish paste for tea.
12th July 1914 2pm, Listened to the men talking at the Parliament. All about war. Mr Treffry got angry and swore.
12th July 1914 11am, Sunday 12th July 1914. Chapel.
11th July 1914 4pm, Harvesting broad beans.
11th July 1914 11am, Saturday 11th July 1914. Watering peaches in the glasshouse. Fed melons and cucumbers.
10th July 1914 5pm, Sent to put the cart away then home.
10th July 1914 1pm, Five trips up and down with seaweed. Stinks when the sun gets on it.
10th July 1914 11am, Friday 10th July 1914. Carting and spreading seaweed on the brassicas.
9th July 1914 5pm, Mr Tremayne walked over to me. Said nothing, then he asked how old I am. Told him. He stood quiet again then left me.
9th July 1914 2pm, Still on leeks. Mr Tremayne came and watched me planting. Makes me uncomfortable.
9th July 1914 11am, Thursday 9th July 1914. More leek planting in the kitchen garden.
8th July 1914 3pm, This afternoon Mr Pascoe too keeps snapping at me. Going to keep my mouth shut tomorrow.
8th July 1914 1pm, Asked Mr Pascoe what is wrong with Mr James. Said he’s probably worried about his sons. He said quietly, Aren’t we all?
8th July 1914 11am, Wednesday 8th July 1914. Me and Mr Pascoe have been set to cut the lawns.
7th July 1914 5pm, Weeding in the pea rows. Glad to get away from Mr James – has been in very bad temper.
7th July 1914 1pm, Sent to help Mr James again, hanging a new gate.
7th July 1914 11am, Tuesday 7th July 1914. Planting winter leeks.
6th July 1914 5pm, Fence posts rotten at the ground. Doubled up.
6th July 1914 3pm, Sent to help Mr James with the fences round the mansion.
6th July 1914 11am, Monday 6th July 1914. Morning, I’ve been removing an apple cordon.
5th July 1914 4pm, Mother gave us pilchards after I did some gardening. Back still aching from yesterday.
5th July 1914 1pm, Me and Elizabeth having a Sunday walk. Stopped for a while in the dell.
5th July 1914 11am, Sunday 5th July. No work today. Chapel.
4th July 1914 5pm, Back aching from the quarry today. Glad tomorrow is Sunday.
4th July 1914 3pm, Still working in the quarry with Mr Rundle. I forgot my croust and he gave me a sandwich.
4th July 1914 11am, Saturday 4th July 1914 morning. Helping Mr Rundle today cleaning up in the quarry.
3rd July 1914 1pm, Helping Mr Paynter (Frederick) watering new grass and watering in the glasshouses.
3rd July 1914 11am, Friday 3rd July 1914 morning. Pinching out and tying in tomatoes.