Natural History Museum: Animal Inside Out

Greyface Dartmoor Sheep at the Natural History Museum

This sheep is a Dartmoor Greyface. He is here to lull you into a false sense of security, because all the photos below this one are going to be of wobbly things in jars. If you don’t like wobbly things in jars, I suggest you just look at this lovely sheep for a bit. He lives at the Natural History Museum, in their Wildlife Garden. He had a couple of friends, and he seemed very happy there, grazing away on the meadow.

I went to the Natural History Museum to catch the Animal Inside Out exhibition before it closed. Paul declined to come with me on the grounds that he’s too squeamish, but given that it was full of excited three-year-olds yelling “look mummy, you can see all that squid’s insides!!”, I think he would have probably coped. Although some of you will no doubt be pleased to know that there was no photography allowed inside!

I felt that the exhibition was slightly on the small and under-explained side, although I don’t know what I would suggest to improve it. More detail on the actual plastination process, perhaps, which was described in just one paragraph. The exhibits themselves though were absolutely amazing. The delicacy of an entire animal comprised solely of its own blood vessels was stunning.

Many of the more robust pieces were on open display, so you could go right up to them and look really closely. Somehow the texture of the plastinated creatures gave them a somewhat “fake” quality, so you could easily believe that you were looking at very detailed models. I found that a tiny bit disappointing somehow, but then I’m the woman who likes a good old-fashioned spirit-and-taxidermy collection, so maybe it was simply all a bit too modern for my liking!

Spirit Collection at the Natural History Museum

After I’d had a good look around the exhibition a couple of times, I wandered over to the Darwin Centre to find out whether the Spirit Collection Tours were happening this week. Sadly they weren’t, so I contented myself with pointing my camera through the windows. Hence the fuzziness of the picture above. But look! Lizards!

Spirit Collection at the Natural History Museum

This is a fish, otherwise unlabelled. I don’t know what it’s been treated with to make it green, but it’s absolutely beautiful.

Spirit Collection at the Natural History Museum

This is a Lesser Vampire Bat. Isn’t he adorable? Preserving mammals in formalin or methylated spirits tends to cause them to lose their colour over time, so they often turn either orange or white.

Spirit Collection at the Natural History Museum

And this is an octopus. Please excuse the reflections on the glass, it’s hard to get rid of them when you’re taking a photo of an animal through a display case and a jar.

At this point I had to dash back to Paddington to catch the last off-peak fast train of the afternoon, so I didn’t really look at the rest of the museum. Next time I’ll get out of bed a bit earlier – there must still be corners of the place that I haven’t discovered yet!

London Trip

British Library

This must be the most-photographed view of the new British Library. But it was such a beautiful day, and the building looked so striking against the clear blue sky, that I just couldn’t resist. I went to see the Royal Manuscripts exhibition which was very beautiful, but very busy. I got a bit tired of having to peep over other people’s shoulders, so I left after about an hour and went up to the Treasures of the British Library gallery instead. Much cooler, much quieter, and still full of beautiful things.

While I was there I wandered over to the conservation centre, where they have a little exhibition that I hadn’t seen. I was surprised to find that I actually knew almost everything the exhibition had to show me. I always feel as though there’s more I can learn about almost everything, so sometimes it takes me by surprise to discover that I already know more than I think!

Happy Birthday!

In the afternoon I met up with a friend who’d been in a meeting just around the corner from the Grant Museum. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to go in again, and was excited to discover that we’d arrived on their birthday! Yes, we did sign the card and fill in the quiz. Jo loved the museum – although frankly who wouldn’t love a place with a skeleton in a party hat?

Pulmonary Vein

I had every intention of taking lots of artistic photos, but Jo and I were so busy going around pointing at exciting things that I failed miserably. I did like this one though – another ingenious bit of labelling on an elephant’s heart.

Manatee Socks!

As if Jo wasn’t already excited enough about the preserved infant manatee, she was thrilled to bits when I gave her a gift of manatee socks! The manatee looks suitably impressed, I think. Probably jealous. Jo’s going to visit manatees in Singapore soon, as well as meeting orangutans in Borneo. Now I’m jealous!

Walking home

Despite leaving London just after 5, it was getting dark by the time I walked home from the station. The lake was misty as the sun set, so I took the opportunity to snap a picture. Quite a contrast to the blue sky over London!

Peckham Rye

Peckham Rye

I seem to be developing quite a collection of bow ties now. I’ve made a purple & green shot silk one, a skull & crossbones one, a sewing print one, and one with silver bees. I also have a readymade burgundy and black one with a matching cummerbund, that I used to wear for orchestra concerts.

I bought this glorious spotty one from Peckham Rye on Newburgh Street. It’s woven silk, hand tied, with an adjustable grosgrain band at the back so that you don’t have to untie it every time. I love the pointed ends and the hand finish – right down to the packaging, the quality’s just gorgeous.

Sadly I’ve only actually worn two of my bow ties, and both were with outfits that could be considered to be costumes. Well, and the orchestra one. I used to wear black tie to blend in with the men when I was the only female brass player.

All of my smart shirts are patterned, and as most of the ties are also patterned I don’t feel confident about wearing them together. I suppose the answer is either to buy some plain shirts, or to make some more plain silk ties…

Natural History Museum

Natural History Museum

A couple of Saturdays ago we went to the Natural History Museum. We booked tickets for the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition (which was the reason we’d made the trip), and also booked ourselves onto a Spirit Collection Tour. There are a few things-in-jars on display in the new Darwin building, but the 30-minute behind the scenes tour was absolutely AMAZING.


Photo © Natural History Museum

The first room was quite like library storage, full of floor to ceiling grey metal shelves. There was a little map on the end of each row, to show where you are and what’s in each cupboard. We learned that “Xenarthra” is the latin name for the group of mammals that includes sloths, anteaters and armadillos. (There was only one cupboard of those.) My favourite thing was the Victorian onion jar that was full of tiny opposums. Bless. (My least favourite was the stomach contents of a dolphin. Yuk.) Apparently the museum spends a fortune on specialist glassware for the Spirit Collection, so they re-use old jars as often as they can. I’d never seen mammals in a spirit collection before, which was interesting. It hadn’t occurred to me that of course in taxidermy you’re getting rid of all the internal organs and soft tissue, so you need spirit collections to preserve those aspects.

The second room was more like a lab, with shelves around the walls for the jars that are much too big to go in the cupboards. Mostly these contained large fish, or great big snakes in very long, thin jars – hence the need for specialist glassware. There were maybe a dozen enormous closed stainless steel vats, one of which apparently contained a male orangutan that had died recently at a zoo. There were three echinda nestled together in a jar, a rather startled-looking fox, and lots of rays each with a piece of paper tucked inside their gills. The highlight of that room was “Archie” the giant squid. She was stored in a glass tank which ran the entire length of the room. Absolutely amazing. There was also a small cabinet with some of Darwin’s original specimens from the Beagle voyage, which was pretty exciting too.

The tour is free, although you do need to sign up for a ticket in advance. I can’t recommend it highly enough! It’s also inspired me to do some volunteering at my local Zoology Museum, which I’m really looking forward to.

Enchanted Palace

Keys

Yesterday I went to the Old Operating Theatre and Herb Garret, where I arrived just in time for a talk. I was glad of that, because the museum would have made a lot less sense without it. It’s mostly three hundred years of medical history (including bit of bodies in jars) without a great deal of explanation. There’s all sorts of interesting things in there, but it makes a lot more sense if you happen to have spent the past few months reading books about the history of medicine!

In the afternoon I made my way over to Kensington Gardens, where Alice and I enjoyed a very decadent afternoon tea in the Orangery, and then went on to be thoroughly Enchanted by Kensington Palace.

Most of it’s closed at the moment, because of ongoing work to make the palace more accessible. So they’ve put together the most amazing exhibition/installation in the State Apartments. You’re given a little map and a “dance card” as you go in, and you have to collect the names of seven hidden princesses as you go round. The princesses are all real, and all connected to the history of the Palace, and the regular guides are all still there, so if you have any actual historical questions they can answer you. There are also a bunch of vaguely steampunky people with drapey coats and head lamps (and in one case an accordion) wandering about the place, and if you ask them nicely they’ll let you play with the soldiers.

It costs £12.50 to get in, which seems like a lot, but it’s absolutely worth it. You can’t take photos inside the royal collections, so I can’t show you what it’s like, but enchanted really is the word for it. It’s on until February, and I heartily recommend it.

Natural History Museum

Natural History Museum

This is the Natural History Museum in London. Quite a typical view – looking over the central hall from the giant sequoia tree, over the top of the big dinosaur skeleton, to the statue of Darwin on the main staircase.

Usually people are so busy looking at the dinosaur that it simply doesn’t occur to them to look up.

Natural History Museum

This is the ceiling of that same central gallery, and it’s absolutely covered with the most beautiful botanical illustrations. They’re scientifically accurate, apparently, and decorated with gold that catches the light streaming in from the windows below.

Natural History Museum

This is one of the single illustrations, close to the end of the gallery with the sequoia tree. Epilobium Angustifolium is known as Fireweed in the US, or Rosebay Willowherb in the UK. The café (the one with the panda) also has these single illustrations above it.

Natural History Museum

This olive tree is right above the famous dinosaur skeleton, and is one of many images – mostly of larger trees – which spread across six panels like this.

I found out about the ceiling while I was watching the Museum of Life programme, which made me want to know much more about the Museum’s collections than they have on display. I’d been hoping to go on a Spirit Collection Tour, but apparently it’s not safe to run them when the weather’s too hot, so I’ll have to do that another time.

My favourite part about the Natural History Museum is that it’s completely free. This allows you to really take your time when you visit, knowing that you can go back any time and it won’t cost you a fortune. Well worth the train fare to London, and I really must remember to go more often!

Birdies at the Barbican

Hopefully you can all see this embedded video of the finches at the Barbican in London – an installation by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot. We went on a little trip yesterday evening, and had an absolutely magical time watching and listening to a room full of little birds and musical instruments.

The video is of a previous incarnation of this installation, so the environment isn’t quite the same. The floor at the Barbican is wooden decking, with little islands cut out of it which are filled with sand and grass-type plants. The guitars and cymbals are mounted in these islands. The rest of the room is white, and there are roosting boxes high up on the walls so that the birds can hide away if they want to.

The sound at the Barbican isn’t quite as dramatic or as loud as it is in the video – unless the birds were just in a particularly quiet mood yesterday. The speakers are mounted well away from the individual instruments, so it’s quite hard to tell exactly where the sound is coming from. This makes the experience slightly more surreal, and presumably helps the birds not to be terrified that they’ve just made a bass guitar go CLANG.

The birds do fly free, so if you’re nervous about that it might be a bit stressful.

But you can get really close to the finches, and pay real attention to them as they go about their birdy business. I stopped noticing the sounds after a little while, but it’s really interesting how the noises that the birds make blends in really well to the constant little feedback sounds of them landing on the guitars or the microphone cables. Every now and then there would be a flurry of activity on a cymbal or a guitar, but for me the excitement and magic of the room was getting to see the birds up close and personal, interacting with one another. The whole room was filled with quiet, respectful, smiling people. You could see that everyone was dying to get really close to the birds, but everybody kept their distance – and if you got too close, the finches would simply fly away. At one point a finch sat on a man’s foot, and he looked as though he might explode with joy whilst standing extremely still.

Paul spent ages watching and listening to one little finch that liked to sit on the cable of a microphone that was attached underneath a cymbal. His little feet made scratchy pickup sounds as he shuffled back and forth. The cymbals were really lovely to listen to. They were mounted upside down, and two were filled with seed and another with water. As the birds pecked at the cymbals to eat the seed, there was a beautifully gentle ringing sound, like the softest gong.

I spent ages watching one little finch that had fallen asleep on the neck of a guitar. He looked so comfortable, perched on the strings! His eyes were shut tight, and he was gently rocking back and forth as he slept. Bless. There were also a pair of birds that had made a nest on another guitar. They were making a lot of noise as they rearranged all the strands of grass to their satisfaction. They were also quite defensive, and would sing loudly at anyone who came too close.

The Curve Gallery at the Barbican is open from 11am-8pm every day, and until 10pm on Thurdsays. We went at about 6:30pm, which turned out to be ideal. We only had to queue for about five minutes (sometimes the wait is up to three-quarters of an hour), and we spent around an hour inside. They only allow 25 people inside the exhibition at a time, so it never feels crowded. Entry is free, and sadly you’re not allowed to take photographs inside.

I only wish I lived close enough to go back again and again.