Life on board HMS Belfast

Who'd have thought that when we walked down the gangway

and stepped onto the quarterdeck of HMS Belfast,

it would have connected so much to family life at home.

Obviously, we don't have that view from our front door.

But we do have a kitchen...

...with a fridge, not quite as well stocked as this.

Mind you, we're not catering for up to nine hundred and fifty

and not able to pop to the shops, being away at for months at a time.

Fish. It must be Friday.

A question I never found out the answer to, was whether they caught their own.

18,000 meals were prepared each week.

Not sure what this dish is.

Food that looks like this doesn't seem to need a 'Do Not Touch' sign.

It's kind of lost its appeal,

suddenly I don't feel hungry any more.

Bread is such a staple.

For those of you who like statistics, each day six bakers produced...

...fifty-two loaves, 1,440 rolls,

plus pies, pastries and cakes.

They didn't just bake for their crew,

but also baked to cater for men on board smaller ships that sailed in the fleet.

The galley on board HMS Belfast is great as you get to wander right through it
and meet the crew,

without feeling at all guilty about not offering to lend a hand.

Whatever they ate, there's still the same old perennial argument

about who does the washing up.

With all that food on stored board,

it attracted mice and rats.

Meet Frankenstein, the ship's cat.

Now which is worse...

...the rat in the sack of potatoes

...or a cat climbing all over the food.

Washing up done, time to think about the laundry.

Before the 1950s the crew had to wash their own clothes in a bucket.

I bet they were pleased to get washing machines installed?

But you had to be careful!

You were warned.

This appeals.

Neatly folded, 'sorted into piles', clothes.

No scrabbling around for clean uniform on a Monday morning...

...and trying to work out whose black socks are whose.

 Then there's the ironing.

This isn't done on a Sunday night in front of the TV!

You've had your dinner, cleared away, washed up.

Washing and ironing sorted.

Now time for a little relaxation.

A snooze and letter writing.

Looks private.

 Dominoes and shoe polishing.

Games, magazines and newspapers.

There weren't many places to go on board HMS Belfast.

Where you hung out, you also slept.

So mind your head on that hammock above!

There were so many men, in order to accommodate them all,

many hammocks were hung amongst the ship machinery.

A quiet night's sleep?

Frankenstein was comfy though.

This is one of the most creative uses of taxidermy that I've ever seen.

Washed and dressed, it was important you were ready for action.

Yes, this really is a museum mannequin!

One last connection with urban life in the 21st century.

Shopping!

The NAAFI

Home from home,

Kit Kats, Bountys, Cadbury's chocolate, Brylcreem, Bovril and Ovaltine. 

And of course,

Fishermans Friends.

Were they though? They're not my friend.

So if you came on board expecting war, battles, guns, explosions, planning, strategies, operations, missions

and the like,

hold fire, we'll get there.

There is so much to see on HMS Belfast. There are nine decks.

HMS Belfast is open all week, it's free for kids and sitting on deck provides one of the best picnic views in London.

Details on the website here.

Designs of the Year 2014

Designs of the Year is now in its seventh year at the Design Museum.

It features the best in design across seven categories:

Architecture, Product, Fashion, Furniture, Graphics, Digital and Transport.

We went to see it, all six of us, ranging in age from eleven to forty-seven.

I mention our ages, as what you consider to be good design or simply a waste of space,

does vary according to your age group.

One of the first designs you see is this electric powered concept car, where the body is made from polystyrene, and the interior uses alot of bamboo, making the car very light weight and energy efficient.

The car looked great but I couldn't help harking back to all the useless, yet very entertaining, uses of polystrene when you were a kid. For example poking holes in it, breaking it into tiny pieces that were impossible to clear away as static sent them buzzing in the opposite direction from any hoover, plus the squeak that it made, that set your teeth on edge, when you rubbed pieces together.

I wondered how long this car would be out on the street before someone began to mess about with the bodywork. It did look very inviting and playable with.

 There is a winner in each category and you are invited to choose
and vote for your favourite design.

That's where the age difference caused a problem.

We had one voting slip and one pencil.

What were we going to vote for?

This 3D printer won approval.

It prints with liquid resin.

"You know they're selling them? We should get one. It says they're affordable,"

said one child hopefully.

These Clever Caps have been designed to reduce waste.

Instead of being thrown away they can be washed

and added to your child's collection of building blocks.

They're compatible with a very famous make of building blocks.

A design much appreciated by our eleven year old son.

I can see where this is going. How many would you need to build a Union Jack box?

"What if all the drinks were horrible? What if those bottle tops were only available on drinks that were bad for you with too much sugar and too many additives?"

"Ah but what if they made ALL drinks use the same bottle top?"

replied our fourteen year old.

This is mobile phone app is called 'Generations Game'.

Great name, lost on our kids.

Impossible to finish in a lifetime, it designed to be played over many centuries.

Obviously the game will outlive you, let alone your phone,

so it is designed so that you can choose who inherits your game, when you die.

"That's a rubbish idea!"

said a frustrated dad who's has enough hassle trying to limit screen time. 

These are Behaviour Changing Syringes.

When exposed to the air, they change colour and the unsafe use of syringes accounts for 1.3 million deaths, 15 million Hepatitus B infections and 5% of all HIV infections globally.

"Brilliant idea!" exclaimed a forty seven year old, ever practical.

However, slightly overlooked by his kids.

Good design?

Watches for the blind and the sighted.

Appreciated by father and son.

This is a font designed to be easy to read by children with dyslexia.

A font to teach handwriting,

not appreciated by our seventeen year old,

"There's no point in joined-up writing."

Another font. Chinese characters.

Characters as illustrations.

Put together in a book to help people learn Chinese, with the best name ever!

'Chineasy'.

There are 20,000 Chinese characters in the Chinese language.

A serious amount of designing had to be done, a design for each character.

 This lego calendar really appealled to us.

Perhaps it's coming from a large family, the need to see what everyone is up to

and make sure you all get to where you need to be.

If you look top left, you all get your own lego character.

However this is more sophisticated than it looks.

They have designed software to not only use this on your wall, but also digitally.

An ever practical seventeen year old,

"But three months would take up an entire wall of your house".

It would but it would make a couple of us, girls who like to try and organise things, very happy.

With the majority family vote, this is what we voted for.

So what is good design?

I'd say it depends on who's asking.

Who's choosing.

The public are voting for their favourite design

at Designs of the Year 2014, at the Design Museum.

You can see from this graph who's winning so far.

But as they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

It's all very well voting, no strings attached.

But when it came to choosing, and spending your birthday money,

putting your money where your vote was,

our eleven year old son bought the Chineasy book.

And taught us Chinese all the way back to Catford Bridge!

Designs of the Year 2014 is on at the Design Museum until 25th August 2014.

Details here.

Which design will you choose?

Viking currency

I went with a friend to see Vikings: Life and Legend at the British Museum.

We paid for the audio-guide, heard the stories, made connections and I tried to fit the Vikings into my limited chonological history of Britain.

I read about trade, plunder and power, marvelled at how widely travelled the Vikings were, looked at lots of beautifully decorated objects, jewellery, coins, swords, and considered how that boat and its crew survived crossing rough seas with waves perhaps over twice its height.

However I can't share these stories with you as I rely on photos for this blog

and photography isn't allowed in the exhibition, which is rather a shame.

What captured my imagination though,

was how the well-travelled Vikings carried their wealth around,

as ornament and purse.

There are more Viking treasures in the British Museum, in the Sutton Hoo gallery.

Where you can take photos.

I had seen this hoard before but had not particularly paid much attention to it.

Although silver, it just looked 'like a load of old broken bits and pieces'.

This is the 'Cuerdale Hoard' from the late AD800s to early AD900s.

From northwestern England.

A collection of 'bits and pieces'.

But this time I had a better understanding.

This hoard wasn't a collection of redundant stuff,

this was the contents of someones wallet.

Currency accepted around the world.

Hacksilver, cut up pieces of rings, brooches, coins, bangles, necklaces and combs.

This was a viking's portable wealth, silver for cutting up and settling your accounts.

Money needed when travelling was worn as well as carried.

When needed, a necklace could have strands of silver unwound from it.

Costs were calculated by the weight of silver.

So of course, all these 'bits and pieces' are perhaps the change!

Loose change weighing down your pockets.

Here's a whole brooch pin. Has anyone got any change?

Vikings: Life & Legend is on at the British Museum until 22nd June 2014.

It gets busy, book in advance.

The Sutton Hoo gallery, read about it here, is new and is upstairs at the British Museum.