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A Night at The Eden Project: Lights, Music, and Nature

Plants. We all need them. Photosynthesis happens, and plants create oxygen. It’s a pretty basic understanding of the importance of plant life on Earth, but an apt one.

My partner loves plants. She cannot get enough of them. I am currently looking at a single bamboo shoot in a glass vase in front of me as I type. There are countless other plants around our place as well. I am indifferent to them, but she loves them, so we have them around. I believe my indifference stems from my childhood, particularly from being forced to help my parents garden on weekends. It became a chore, one I didn’t enjoy participating in.

Then, somehow, I worked at a nursery. Plants became my day-to-day. Did I retain anything I learned while there? Not really. I do appreciate plants, though! That appreciation extends to wanting to visit spots where plants and various forms of ecology are found.

Enter, The Eden Project in Cornwall.

Walking from the car park, I knew nothing about the place. We ventured downhill for what felt like forever because we decided to not take the pedestrian shuttle bus. It was a lovely night, with the weather being perfect, so we walked in. Once we passed through the turnstile, we made our way out to a balcony, and this was our view. I went in blind, and I was in awe at what I saw.

The entire place was lit up for the Christmas holidays. They were hosting a special nighttime light and music extravaganza, if you will. The geodesic domes were lit up, and the surrounding spots were also dotted with colourful lights. It was a truly inviting atmosphere for people of all ages. They even had an ice skating rink set up! We declined to skate but saw many people enjoying the rink.

There are numerous domes throughout the park. The domes represent different biomes. The largest dome simulates the rainforest, and the smaller one is more Mediterranean.

Walking around was quite the treat. Not only were the lights up and illuminating the plants in a variety of unexpected ways, but they also played bits from Hans Zimmer’s score from the movie Interstellar in the background. It created this ethereal and futuristic vibe for our walk among the plants. So cool!

If you ignore the music, lights, and the actual importance of The Eden Project, it reminded me a lot of the movie Biodome. Insofar as the biomes were in domes. That is the extent of my reference to that movie. Oh, and Kylie Minogue! Sadly, no Kylie there that night, but the experience of walking around was a treat in and of itself.

Those involved did an exceptional job creating a unique experience. There were disco balls in the rafters. Things that appeared to be jellyfish, or the woodsprites from Avatar, also looked to be floating above our heads at one point. Add in a waterfall or two, and the walk through the biomes was a pleasant and joyful way to spend the evening.

As we neared the end of the journey, we found ourselves face-to-face with home.

That’s right, we walked into a California-centric part of the biome! We love that we were both born and raised in California. It’s a special place. We have forests, deserts, beaches, and snowcapped mountains spread throughout our entire state. Sometimes those spaces can be mere hours from each other.

But with these wonderful spaces, we also realize how delicate our ecosystem is. Climate change is real (sorry, not sorry to the losers who think otherwise), and living in a state that recognizes that and is working toward solutions is vital to both of us. Seeing our home state represented so far from home was a nice cap to the evening. It reminded us of what we have back home, but also what we need to protect.

Numerous spots throughout the park take an environmental focus and look to educate the visitors. Beyond the typical Latin genus and where a plant can be found in the world, in some cases, a plaque will be displayed indicating what medicinal uses the plant can provide.

At the very end of our trip, we walked into the art exhibition portion of the park. This area is where local artists display their work, and it also houses hands-on exhibits for children. Given the late hour, there were no classes taking place for kids. There was, however, a giant egg-looking seed “planted” in the middle of the building.

It’s a 70-tonne carved piece of granite. It is massive. I had to completely zoom out my camera on my phone just to try and get most of the sculpture into the frame. It’s a stunning piece that cannot be missed.

With the walk over, we took one last look out at the domes. The sun had set entirely by the time we left, and the domes looked as if a party was taking place. I usually log these walks, so I wish I could tell you how many steps/miles we walked in the park. Alas, not this time. I will say that you won’t need your jackets while inside the biomes. We hastily removed ours once we got inside. You can really work up a sweat trudging through a faux rainforest!

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Navigating the UK’s Narrow Roads: A Driver’s Tale

When I lived in Australia for a few months in 2007, it was the first time I had ever experienced driving on the left side of the road. It took some getting used to. I never drove a car while I was over there, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t an adjustment for someone accustomed to driving on the right side of the road.

Crossing the street meant, and means (present tense still applies because they still do it weirdly), that you look right first and then left. It also means that you have to prepare yourself to be on the correct side of the street while waiting for the bus, or else your bus will pass by you and you will be left standing on the wrong side of the street. Who can honestly say if that happened or not?

I feel like I adjusted well during my time Down Under. Even now, 18 years later, I still find myself occasionally looking to my right first before crossing a street. I sometimes justify it as “Well, the car that I need to really be aware of is the one on the far side of the street because that’s the one that can’t fully see me/that’s the one that could hit me. I can dodge the first one/they are aware of me, but the second car is the dangerous one!” Does it make any sense whatsoever? Not at all. However, not much in my mind makes sense.

After my first left-side driving experience in New Zealand in 2023, I was a bit more confident in my ability this time around. I got pretty comfortable driving and navigating. I was told that the UK was a completely different animal. Yes, the roads wind and rise like they do in New Zealand, but they also become so narrow that barely one and a half cars can fit down the road. It’s almost as if the streets were built before there were cars on the road! Gasp!

After the occasional bridge and overpass, also known as major motorways, the roads transform into something else. I hesitate to say that the streets ramble on and go all willy-nilly to take you where you need to go because at the time of their creation, I bet that those were the only safe options to take. There was no straight line option to get to someone’s home. The path had to wind around water or someone’s farmland. Needless to say, I was a bit out of my depth the first time around when I came to a spot in the road where it narrowed so much that I had to crank the wheel to one side so that the other car could pass, since they had the right of way. After I saw it in practice, I began to get the hang of the rules of the British road.

Now, not every single road was super narrow. Some, like the one pictured above, were decently proportioned to allow two cars to drive on the road, albeit very closely. The road pictured below is a different story. Aside from the weirdly named shop, FATFACE, you can see that the street is extremely narrow. Barely one car can fit down the lane. You can even see one parked in the distance to give you some perspective.

And yet, cars are still allowed there. I thought we were not allowed to drive there, given the volume of pedestrians in the street, but that was not the case. The cars drove very slowly and turned at the speed of a glacier.

I was pretty nervous driving on such narrow roads. I won’t lie. I was overly conscious of the people walking about, of the other cars on the road, and of the dogs.

The part that really tested me was when we drove on backroads. I am referring to the streets with no posted speed limit, or whether they were even real roads. JK, they were real roads. Our Welsh hosts said, or one of them said, that he drives close to 90 on some of those roads. His wife disagreed with him and shot him down. I believe he was exaggerating because the way some of those roads are, there is no safe way to drive that fast.

Here in the States, we have a few narrow roads and pinch points. Most of the time, they are bridges or private roads. There, you would give the right of way to whoever arrived at that point in the road first, and then you would follow. It’s simple. Try doing that when you’re reasonably sure the speed limit is 40 and there are 10-foot-tall hedges lining the road on either side, creating a maze-like experience. Then, you approach a narrow turn or lane and see another car. BRAKE! You wave the other auto on through, and they wave back because you did the polite and correct thing.

It’s a good feeling. Getting that acknowledgment wave. It boosts your driving serotonin, if that’s even a thing, and makes you crave that feeling. Basically, doing good does good.

After being a tad overly cautious at the start, I started to get my left-side driving legs and began to feel comfortable. It truly is an odd sensation with the steering wheel on the other side of the car. You get so used to driving a certain way for decades, and then, wham, here you are in another country driving differently, yet it is still the same. I know, it’s a bit “Is this guy high right now?” with his platitudes he’s spouting now, but it was only a brief moment! It was a fleeting shower thought.

There is something to be said about the difference in turning and changing lanes on the left side of the road. As a right-side driver, I am so used to and conditioned to having a car drive by me on my left side. It was a jarring sensation having them go by me on my right, next to my passenger. Anyway, I think I’ve written enough about driving in the UK for a total lifetime.

I will end this journey with a follow-up from my last post. It turns out I hadn’t told my now fiancée that I had thought about asking her to marry me while we were in St. Agnes. She texted me “wtf john” and “I wanted you to propose to me there!” Alas, I proposed at another place and time. More on that, much later.

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Exploring Cornwall: A Journey Through Coastal Towns

I admit, I knew nothing about Cornwall before arriving in the UK. I know about Redwall, I have been to the Corn Palace, and I have heard of Cornish Pixies, but I knew nothing about Cornwall. Come to find out, there are many beach towns worthy of a visit here, too!

Cornwall, Kernow to the locals, is located in the westernmost part of the English South West Peninsula. It is a bit of a trek to get there. The roads are long, with plenty of Services available, and they stretch on and on. This is especially true when we were coming from Wales.

Our reason for visiting Cornwall was two-fold. One was to see my partner’s Great Aunt. The other was to show me around. This is a place where my partner grew up. She would spend occasional summers and winters here with her Great Aunt and Uncle. She wanted to share a part of her past with me and allow me to experience the joy of being there among the people of Cornwall.

I really did enjoy meeting her Great Aunt. I lost my grandmother over 20 years ago, and I do miss her. Meeting a member of my partner’s extended family was a bit of a salve on the wound of losing my own family member all those years ago. Aunt Cynthia is a gem.

Using the town of Truro as a base, we set out in different directions to explore the English coast.

Our first stop was the town of Padstow. There is a car park on the water, which can get rather busy regardless of the time of year. The day we visited was no exception. We must have circled the lot three times before a car finally pulled out, and we backed our way into a spot that was so tricky for our rental to maneuver in that when we finished parking, we high-fived each other.

Once we parked, we were treated to a lovely view of the water, obviously.

You may be looking at that photo above and say, “Oy! There are many spots right in front of you! You lie!” Those spots aren’t for regular cars, and as Bryn from Gavin & Stacey says, “I’ll tell you for why:” they’re for caravans or coaches carrying groups of people.

Anyway, there was a Rick Stein’s restaurant and cookery school right next to the car park, so we dipped in there and had some lovely fish and local drinks before we set about the town.

Several cool shops and cafes were dotting the waterfront, and there were many people out and about on this day. The sun was out, sort of, and the weather overall was accommodating. It was a pleasant day by British standards! And I would have to agree. The cool weather made the walk around the town very enjoyable.

I didn’t know this, but the British love their ice cream. As we made our way around the waterfront, we saw many people holding cups and cones of ice cream, even though it was not warm. If this were back home, the ice cream shops would be boarded up and shut for the season. But not these people. And I love them for that. I have always had a bit of a sweet tooth. More than a bit. A lot. So we definitely had a cone while we walked, and I had my partner hold my ice cream while I took the above photo. We are a great team!

Our next stop would be going all the way down to Mousehole. To those of you with an American accent in your brain speaking to you as you read, it is not pronounced Mouse Hole. It is pronounced Mau-zel. With that settled, let me say that the streets in Mousehole are ridiculous. Even for a more compact auto, we had a hard time navigating. The roads were narrow. The turns were tight. And to make matters worse, the car parks were full.

My partner had reached her limit of driving. So, I took over once we got out of the main town. I hadn’t driven on the left side of the road since August 2023 in New Zealand. Now I come with experience and the know-how to drive better than ever!

With me behind the wheel, we turned our sights to a new destination. After the disappointment of Mousehole, we wanted a spot that was a bit quieter. Enter St. Agnes. It is the definition of a quaint beach village. There were fewer people, and I found the view to be slightly better. The way the beach opens up and offers up the expansive ocean as a turquoise-tinted vista is breathtaking.

To our surprise, there were several surfers out in the water. The Royal Navy Lifeboat Institution (think surf lifesavers/lifeguards), pictured above, was also hosing off their wares after being in the water practicing lifesaving. The cold temperatures of the water were not enough to deter those determined to enter the water.

As you walk down the lone road to the beach, there is a narrow path off to the left that takes you up and over and offers up stunning views of the town, the water, and everything else left.

This area feels abandoned. But also as if it was ripped from time and untouched. But, more than likely, I took it to mean that not many people were venturing out above the water when it was 40 degrees Fahrenheit. That left us to explore and be treated to a quiet spot above the town.

Continuing on the trail, we reached a point where we could either continue our trek and make it a real hike, or we could pause and enjoy the surroundings. There was a moment where we thought about trudging onward, but we looked up the hill and it was STEEP. Not too steep, but steep enough that we knew we wouldn’t want to be sweating profusely by the time we reached the top.

We spent a decent amount of time at this spot. It was serene. We could look out across to where the water meets the sky and really take in the vastness of the ocean and our place in the world. Spoiler alert, I nearly proposed to my partner here, but a bit too many people were walking around us, and I did not have a ring on me. I think she knows this, but in case she does not, I will probably hear from her in the next few seconds after she finishes reading this piece. I’ll tell you her response in my next post!

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From The UK With Love, Part III

Continuing with my series of travels through the United Kingdom, I will highlight a couple of points of interest this time to keep the story moving forward.

Now, our continued adventures in Liverpool.

If you didn’t know, Liverpool is the home of The Beatles. The Fab Four got their start in this smaller city, and the rest is history. There are Beatles-related things all over the city. We drove around to each member’s respective childhood home (all of which are publicly marked on Google Maps), and, for the most part, they were fairly nondescript homes. The other part featured homes with placards out front indicating who lived there. In other words, Paul and John had the most popular houses to visit, so they had placards out front. George and Ringo, not so much.

These homes also looked like regular everyday people currently lived there, or in the homes neighbouring them. It felt weird taking a photo of their homes, given that it was a typical neighbourhood. So I didn’t. Also, I know I’m going to get some flak from my partner for this, but I’m not the biggest Beatles fan. Ducks from a thrown object. I understand their importance in music history, but they do not move the needle for me when it comes to music.

Next up was something a bit more photogenic and also Beatles-related. This leads us to Strawberry Field.

As you can see, it was wet. Also known as a typical English winter’s day. This limited our ability to enjoy the grounds. A walking tour of the grounds was possible, but we opted to take a selfie and peruse the gift shop instead. My future father-in-law is a Beatles fanatic, so we bought him a Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album shirt and a metal placard for ourselves (I’ve used that word a lot today, and it’s probably thanks to my job, where I have to say “posted placards” during opening announcements). It was a really well-maintained space and a must-see for Beatles fans and music lovers alike.

Driving around the city, we started to notice crowds of people lining the streets. We were so confused. What were they waiting for? Sure enough, we stop at a light and see a literal parade of decorated tractors.

I mean, what fun! This was so unexpected that we couldn’t help but be amazed and smile at the same time. The pictures are a bit blurry because we weren’t expecting to see anything photoworthy while driving the random roads. After snapping some quick photos, we discovered that it was the Liverpool Christmas Tractor Convoy. Here’s a link to a video with better quality views of the tractors.

Our final bit of Liverpool comes in the form of a Yellow Submarine. Thankfully, we do not all live in one. Although my brother-in-law does at times because he is in the Navy. But his sub is not yellow. Anyway, enough about him. Let me show you the cute light display of the Yellow Submarine.

This fun light display was, appropriately, at the Royal Albert Dock. There were several restaurants and shops in the area that made for decent window shopping and dining. We closed out our last night in Liverpool by having a steak. Why? Because the other places in the area were full up, and we were hungry. Miller & Carter did not disappoint.

I only have a photo of the beer because I feel weird taking pictures of my food. But let me tell you that the sharing platter is more than enough for two adults. After getting a proper buzz (and not driving), it was time to head back to our accommodations and get some actual sleep because the next day would take us into Wales.

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From The UK With Love: Part II

It was a few weeks ago when I started recounting my journey to the United Kingdom. Now I am back with Part II!

In the last edition, I mentioned how I support Everton Football Club. It is, and I know this, an odd choice. Most people in the US who support a Premier League team tend to gravitate towards the bigger clubs. I am talking about the likes of Chelsea, Manchester United, Arsenal, Tottenham, Manchester City, and shudders Liverpool.

Why Everton? I jokingly say that it’s because I like pain. The real answer is that Everton has been good to American-born players. They’ve featured Joe-Max Moore, Brian McBride (yes, it was just on loan for eight games, but it counts!), Landon Donovan (another guy on loan, but he made an impact!), and Tim Howard. Tim was the man between the posts and a mainstay for a decade, almost up until their current number one, Jordan Pickford, came into his own.

The other thing that comes up when I say I’m an Everton supporter is, “Why not Liverpool?” They are, historically, the better team in the same city. They have won more league titles, numerous Champions League titles, and a host of others that I don’t care to delve into, because they are so prolific, and it’s, as the kids say, sending me!

I always viewed choosing one of the bigger, more successful clubs as an easy choice. It’s one thing when you’re born into supporting a successful team, the Dodgers or the Galaxy, for me. It’s another thing to choose a team. Success can be a determining factor. This is probably why there are so many fans of the Bulls, Cowboys, or Yankees worldwide. They saw those teams win and were drawn to that. Which makes it even more of an odd choice for me to pick Everton, because they haven’t won anything meaningful since I started supporting them.

And yet, I persist. UTFT! Which stands for Up The [Expletive Deleted] Toffees. The Toffees is the club’s nickname.

I had always watched matches on television at bars or from the comfort of my own home. I had, obviously, never been to Goodison Park before. This trip happened to coincide with the club’s final season at Goodison. They will move into a brand-new stadium at Bramley-Moore Dock on the banks of the River Mersey next season.

Attending a sporting event in England is unlike anything I have experienced before. For starters, butts are in seats at the kick off. There weren’t streams of people trickling into the stadium like you see at American sporting events. From the outside, the place looked closed. But inside, it was equal parts raucous and tense.

I’ve made numerous posts about baseball stadiums recently, discussing sightlines and how great the experience is. That is not the case here. Goodison is old and has real character. By character, I mean it has posts blocking views because the upper deck seats need support. Or the overhang from the upper deck makes it so that you and everyone else in your section have to stand up as the action moves out of view from your seated position.

And yet, it was a great experience! Everton did not lose! They drew with Chelsea nil-nil, but they did not lose! At that point in the season, a shared point from a draw was crucial to staving off relegation.

I have always heard things about the English soccer/football fans. Mostly, they can be very verbal. The singing and chanting are top-notch stuff. The best part of all this was that during the match, we heard a slightly high-pitched voice yelling at the referees. When we spotted the culprit, we saw it was a little, cherub-faced boy wearing glasses and an Everton-themed Santa hat. The adults next to him paid him no mind. It was just another match day. But boy, he was swearing up a storm! The other adults around him, including those next to us, could not contain their laughter whenever he swore. It was equal parts cute, hilarious, and shocking. Highly entertaining!

The game was a very tense affair as I mentioned above. There were chances by both teams that were either barely missed or saved by the keeper. In a way, it was the classic Everton experience. They hang around, create chances, but never finish. The only difference here was that they didn’t lose! I literally watched them hang around Man City this morning, 4/19, only to concede not one, but two goals late and lose the match. But on this December day against Chelsea, the final was 0-0.

Post-match, the stewards come out on the edge of the pitch and guard the interior of the field. That was when we got a real sense of the place. It has the feel of stepping into Wrigley Field or Fenway Park, except that Goodison has those two beat by 20 years. I could feel the history as I walked through the halls. Mainly, because the hallways were so narrow and they felt thicker than a seawall.

Leaving the stadium, I nearly forgot that the place is smack dab in the middle of a neighbourhood. We stepped off the grounds, and boom, there was someone’s house! The team is truly a part of the community. It’s a community divided, red (Liverpool) vs. blue (Everton), but they are an integral part of the city and its people. I can’t wait to watch a match at their new stadium. UTFT!

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