Yes, I’m back! And this time, I have different story to tell.
To catch up, I finished studying the MSc Human Evolution in September 2014, I spent 6 months or so of 2015 in France and came home just before Christmas (read about my adventures here), then I started an internship at the Museum of East Anglian Life (MEAL) in Stowmarket, Suffolk, on 31st March 2016.
That means for the last four months I’ve been agonising over (re-)starting a blog and writing new content, but it finally dawned on me that I’ve already written about 9 possible articles for the MEAL’s website and a only a few have been published.
So, four months behind schedule, but with a good supply to bring you up to speed, it brings me great pleasure to dive…
Into the Deep
‘Wildlife trails’ and pulling down an exhibition were not exactly what I expected when I took up the post of Collections and Interpretation Intern at the Museum of East Anglian Life. Maybe not during my first two days, at least.
On the evening of my first day, the museum hosted the High Sheriff’s Awards to reward
volunteers and organisations aiming to improve local communities in Suffolk. The welcome reception involved a museum open evening for the guests and benefactors so my role in the preparations was to go on an impromptu nature walk around each room collecting ladybirds, alive and dead, that seem to be flocking to the upstairs of Abbot’s Hall. They aren’t a harmful pest in themselves, but they can become food for other, less welcome, insects and should be removed before that can happen. And they don’t look very good dotted around the walls, floors and ceilings as little dark marks between the objects and artworks.
Day Two brought something brand new – the hustle and bustle involved with clearing out the temporary exhibition space ready for a new one to replace it in a couple of weeks’ time. The photographic exhibition ‘Edgelands’ had come to an end and, with the help of the photographer Tom and a good number of volunteers I was about to jump in at the deep end of museum life. I was just there as another pair of hands, which was fortunate, as Tom knew exactly what he was doing, having hand-made all of the wooden boxes himself for framed photographs large enough to require two people to lift and manoeuvre. But many hands make light work, as they say, and soon we were working together with an electric screwdriver to remove the pictures from the wall, lay them in their boxes, protect them in bubble wrap and screw the lids tight ready for transport. A morning’s work for the five biggest photos and a couple of hours in the afternoon sufficed for the many smaller works packed ten to a crate rounded off a busy second day.