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So Southeastern Trains decided they had to make my journey to Folkestone yesterday for the Triennial just that extra little bit exciting by causing the train to break down outside Westenhanger. We were already running late at this point as we were due to arrive in Folkestone at 10:50 and it was 10:50 when we broke down. The driver knew what the problem was but was unable to fix it and we had to wait for the next train to come and effectively push us, so we arrived around midday. Good start there. The conductor was taking people's names and addresses in order to have them contacted about refunds, I'll believe that when it happens.
As it was, I dashed around like a mad thing all day. Things got messed up when I arrived at The Grand, on the west side of Folkestone, with three things left to see, and the desk clerk told me they had closed that room off. It was 5:30.
So if the train hadn't broken down I would have got around everywhere. I didn't even bother walking out to the final exhibit, west of town. I wasn't sure of how long it would take to get there, but it might also be closed.
When I say 'got around everywhere', that's for a very certain value of 'got around everywhere'. There were a number of exhibits that were films, and these were all about an hour, Smadar Dreyfus's School would take about 3 and a half hours to experience fully and I tended to stay only for around five or ten minutes of each. If I were to go down again I would quite happily sit through almost all of them for the full experience, the only exception being Olivia Plender's Are Dreams Hallucinations During Sleep or Hallucinations Waking Dreams? Set in the darkened hall of Folkestone's Masonic Lodge it consist of two films, one in which a group of performers do a lot of terribly earnest mime-work and simultaneously a woman pretending to be a medium channelling various dead people to talk a bit about their life.
You can see my photos here, if I have some time during the week I'll talk about what I liked (most of it) and what I didn't (a few things).
As it was, I dashed around like a mad thing all day. Things got messed up when I arrived at The Grand, on the west side of Folkestone, with three things left to see, and the desk clerk told me they had closed that room off. It was 5:30.
So if the train hadn't broken down I would have got around everywhere. I didn't even bother walking out to the final exhibit, west of town. I wasn't sure of how long it would take to get there, but it might also be closed.
When I say 'got around everywhere', that's for a very certain value of 'got around everywhere'. There were a number of exhibits that were films, and these were all about an hour, Smadar Dreyfus's School would take about 3 and a half hours to experience fully and I tended to stay only for around five or ten minutes of each. If I were to go down again I would quite happily sit through almost all of them for the full experience, the only exception being Olivia Plender's Are Dreams Hallucinations During Sleep or Hallucinations Waking Dreams? Set in the darkened hall of Folkestone's Masonic Lodge it consist of two films, one in which a group of performers do a lot of terribly earnest mime-work and simultaneously a woman pretending to be a medium channelling various dead people to talk a bit about their life.
You can see my photos here, if I have some time during the week I'll talk about what I liked (most of it) and what I didn't (a few things).