Eden - Tropical Biome

It is astonishingly hot and humid coming into the Tropical Biome, like walking into a warm sweaty sock, and within a few minutes of steep climbing through the jungle, you start to think maybe Britain’s boring mild climate isn’t so bad after all. I have no doubt that the real jungle is much, much worse, and there isn’t a magnificently stocked organic cafeteria a few hundred yards away. Still once you have got to the top there is a wonderfully refreshing waterfall, which becomes a stream running all the way down through the forest to a pool at the bottom.

It is a common photographers’ trick to shoot moving water with a slow shutter, to give this nice motion blur effect. This was taken at 1/20th sec, but as you can see it is extremely difficult in full sunlight to keep the exposure from being much too hot. A neutral density filter (or a pair of sunglasses over the lens) would probably help here.

Eden is not a botanical garden but what they call ‘a living theatre of plants and people’, where they try to show what plants mean to us and how they shape our world. All through the Tropical Biome are displays about the plant products that we take for granted such as rubber, sugar, Coca-Cola, bananas, chewing gum, rice ekcetera (though the world’s most valuable commodity is mysteriously absent; perhaps local councillors balked at the plans for the ‘Up Your Nose: Cocaine Past, Present and Future’ exhibition featuring huge bales of Peruvian flake and fronted by the vivacious Daniella Westbrook), and as you come into the biome it is as though you’ve just landed at the docks and are looking around excitedly at your surroundings, full of traveller’s excitemint at a new paradise to explore, and about to be taken for a bloody fortune by a grinning local taxi driver.

It is not surprising that inside the world’s largest conservatory there should be some pretty tall plants. This palm is massive and I saw in the DVD that it had to be brought on the same low-loader that they use for transporting the Space Shuttles, and it nearly did not make it in through the doors. It would be funny if it was removal men and they just crammed it in saying ‘Don’t worry luv we’re professionals’ and ripped off all the branches, broke a window and some irreplaceable china, and then pissed off to sit in their cab smoking roll-ups and reading the Daily Mirror.

The biome is awfully cunningly laid out, so that the paths and stairways double back on one another and wind up and down through the jungle so that you seem to be walking for miles, through oceanic islands, Malaysia, West Africa, and Amazonia, although it is actually only about three acres. Still it is big enough to fit the Tower of London inside according to the Eden Project web site, although I am not sure how they know. Perhaps they borrowed the Tower of London one drunken night and drove it to Cornwall on the low-loader. It is like the next stage on from waking up badly hung over with a policeman’s helmet in the bed.

This cheerful truck represents the sugar industry, or something, although it looks more like the hippy bus to Marrakesh or some vehicle that Cheech and Chong might drive, made entirely out of panels pressed from gold-quality hashish. Do you think when they transport great shiploads of sugar across the world that Customs officers have to sample every bag just in case they’ve slipped a couple of tons of heroin in there? It is an entertaining thought.

Around Lostwithiel

Lostwithiel is a super little town full of intresting nick-nack shops and tea rooms, which I sometimes feel like going into and ordering cake and fine wine.

This is a good solution to the problem I always have of losing importint paperwork. Carve it on the front of your house.

I like seeing odd things through windows.

The smithy, where you can pop in to have your horse re-shoed, or bring witches to be poked to death with a red-hot poker. These days of course that type of thing does not happen anymore. The main administrative centre for witch-poking has been moved to Bodmin.

Look, a train!

River Fowey at Lostwithiel

The Fowey rises high on Bodmin Moor and runs down through some of the loveliest countryside in Cornwall. Of course I am biased as it is my countryside.

A perfect day for messing about in boats… if I had one.

Possible buried treasure from the Spanish Main! It might just be an old tyre though.

Just for Mariposaloca, documentary footage of a hard-working Cornish farmer and his tractor!

I sat and watched the swallows swooping and diving over the river for a long time. I hate it when you see wonderful things and there is no one there to look at it with you. I suppose taking and sharing these pictures is the next best thing.