Friday saw me heading into London to meet L and enjoy a belated Mother's Day present. For those not in the UK, Mother's Day was actually on March 14th this year, so I had been waiting a while for my treat. Knowing how much I love Van Gogh, L had purchased 2 tickets to the 'Immersive Van Gogh Experience' near Spitalfields Market. She had agreed to be my +1 and it was such a wonderful day; definitely well worth the wait.
The journey there wasn't without incident. I haven't been on a train since the pandemic began and my usual Doomsday mindset was very much in evidence. I had barely slept the night before as I lay there mulling over all the things that could possibly go wrong. I blame the Government and media for so effectively promoting a climate of fear that even the simple things in life are now stress-laden and seemingly insurmountable. I sat masked and anxious at the back of the train carriage thinking that at least no-one would be able to cough over me from behind. I got out my knitting and gradually began to calm down.......... then a phone rang. A man's voice informed the carriage that he had just learnt that 2 electricians he had been in close contact with had tested positive for Covid and he had to take a test as soon as he arrived at work. The rest of the passengers, me included, sat up like meerkats before, one by one, we each quietly got up and moved away!
I hate regarding other people as nothing more than vectors for this horrible virus. I am triple jabbed and relatively fit and healthy, so ordinarily I wouldn't be as concerned about catching anything. We are, however, planning to go away for a few days soon (unless the rules change yet again!) and I'm crossing everything that the required PCR test will come back negative; hence my worried state of mind.
L met me at Paddington and we took a tube to Liverpool St. before finding a cafe, where we had time for a quick coffee and catch up before our allotted time-slot.
The Experience itself was fantastic and I would definitely recommend going if you have the chance. It was divided into 3 sections. The first was a room with reproductions of Van Gogh's work, boards telling you about his life and a mock-up of his room at Arles. The second, and by far the most fun, was a room where you sat on a swivel chair and donned a virtual reality headset, before being plunged through wheat-fields, forests and starry, starry skies. Being scared of heights I found myself clutching onto my seat. There may have been the odd squeal of terror but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Finally, we sat on deckchairs inside a huge darkened room whilst the story of his life and artworks were projected swirling onto the walls around us, accompanied by Vivaldi's Four Seasons. What can I say, it was fab!
There was also a 'colouring room', where we let our inner child run wild with crayons before blu-tacking our masterpieces to the wall. In the gift shop we bought keyrings of the artworks we had attempted to reproduce as souvenirs of a glorious day.
Here then are a few snaps of my Mother's Day treat: