30/04/2013

As a child I so loved the museum above Folkesone library. Shells, birds' eggs, an ancient skeleton from Caesar's Camp, shards of pitted pottery, utterly a place for dreams to swell and float. The Museum of the History of Science is likewise a place to - well, to make you muse. Vitrines with hand-tooled leather and brass telescopes, wooden polygons, astralabes, and I'm lucky enough to have a dirty great oak refectory table in the cellar on which to be working from mid-May.