Day 43: Hot on the heels of a new removable, therefore easier to clean, perch for the nest box I've built and installed a covered food trough. Now fully road-tested, I got a thumb's up from The Hood and feel now we have a mutual respect previously missing from our relationship.
Not seeing much of Freda Sack last week got me thinking about The Foundry and, digging through some old cigar boxes, I managed to find this, one of the first promo leaflets for their brilliant revivals of groundbreaking type design projects carried out in the early part of the 20th Century by the leading lights of the day, including my all-time hero, I-wouldn't-be-doing-this-stuff-today-without-him, Tschichold.
At the time, the Fuse/Emigre glory days, the release of these for Mac was dead exciting. Can't find samples for all three Architype sets but do have them somewhere.
Hidden at the far reaches of the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum (that we visit frequently) is an enthusiast-run miniature railway. Although you'd think I was, by the amount of rail-related stuff on Ace Jet, I'm not particularly interesting in all this, but our boys are and it's hard not to get sucked in, it's kind of magical. Mostly hidden in a walled garden, all the public see is a semi-circle of track that comes out of one red brick arch and disappears again through another. But we're sneaky. We always follow the rough path up the side, around the back to get the full picture.
We were there on Saturday again and our boys were thrilled to be invited aboard. While they were looping around the lawn, I was taken into the workshop to investigate the lathes. It was excellent. And the enthusiasm of the pipe smoking, engine fiddlers that look after it all is inspiring.
Day 36: Even by chicken standards, it seemed a little over the top; it was only a twig in Penelope's mouth but the two lower pecking order fowl's interest was, to say the least, ferocious. Then we realised, the twig had four webbed feet and bulbous eyes, and required human intervention.
This should have been special Found(ry) Type Friday. Freda Sack was in town last night to deliver an illustrated talk at Ulster University as part of the Ulster Art and Design Festival. Only problem was the talk started at 5.30pm. A bit of a ridiculous time really, I wasn't sure I could make it then an eReminder came in during the day; listing the talk at the more convenient time of 6.30pm. Brilliant!
So off I trot. Got to UU for 6pm. Great! Half an hour for a quick shufty around the End of Year Show then in for Sack. Back at the lecture theatre just before 6.30 and still no one waiting? A sneaky peak through the door told me I'd fucked up. Arse!
I slipped in anyway and got the last few excellent minutes before question time. Or should I say, "Neil's Question Time". Always good, Neil is always (always!) first and, often, alone. You know what it's like; question times throughout the land are filled with embarrassing silence and it would be the same in Belfast, if it wasn't for Neil.
Anyway, Chris said the talk was good and even in the last minutes I was surprised to see what Sack had done (like drawing the Swiss International Air Lines logo and the typeface for our Yellow Pages) only really knowing The Foundry. Wish I could tell you more.
Well never mind. It's still special. Anne found this little book in her favourite bookshop. I've yet to read the wisdom within but a flick through reveals much interestingness (check out those adding machines – where have all those adding machines gone?)...