We have a visitor this week. Sheri Myler, a student from the North of England is doing a week's placement with us. She is already very keen on cryptozoology and eager to learn. I confidently predict that she will be an asset to the cryptozoological community in years to come. However, we decided to put her to work, and each day she will be blogging about what she has been doing...
There was a special exhibition on at Barnstaple Museum ,
which had been organised by the CFZ. Five hours were spent giving colouring-in
packs and talks about various cryptids and former cryptids to small children
and their parents,
Fortunately, we were always quite comfortably away from
being overwhelmed with children, so I was in no danger of having to do much
with them. I have never known how to interact with children.
Whilst at the museum, it was arranged for me to be able to take
a look behind the scenes and poke my nose into the attic and store-rooms of the
museum. I have concluded that it would suit me slightly more to have a museum
than a zoo, but I still want both and I need a library.
The entirety of my time in the museum was spent wearing a
leather cat-woman mask (it was Halloween). We went to some lengths trying to
convince a five-year old, named Maddie, that it was my actual face, however,
she was unconvinced.
This evening’s cat hunt was to be the last of my trip. Though
I do have one more day of work, I plan to finish early to prepare myself for
the much earlier morning to follow it.
Though there were no cats to be seen, the hunt was far from
dull, not because of the badger, but because driving around the country-side,
through isolated farms and spooky moors, is a very fine way to spend Halloween
night.
Aye, it sure beats my Halloween night. I live up in Lancashire, and work in Manchester and know from bitter experience that it takes very, very little to cause traffic chaos.
ReplyDeleteHalloween night was what one might term a perfect storm; near-gridlock in Manchester, at least two accidents on the M60, on on the M62 and one on the M66. A journey that usually takes a relaxed hour or so (and which can be cut to 50 minutes if the speed limit is pushed a little) took three and a half hours.
Only two trick-or-treating parties visited my house that night; both were disappointed.