Watch this, I found it when I woke up this morning, Saturday. The Russian cartoonist animator, who lives in Israel, is now in hiding. Oleg Kuvaev is his name. The cartoon was banned immediately in Russia.
It started my day spiffingly and put me in a good mood before breakfast. My partner and I breakfast leisurely in the hotel dining room before getting ourselves ready to explore the town of Buxton. Its a gentle walk into Buxton centre and then onto the museum and art gallery. It is a quaint rural collection but fascinating. We pass the famous Buxton crescent and pump rooms on the way.
The museum is full of interesting things including a selection of photographs by the local camera club who have an exhibition of the effects of lockdown. There is a wide range of interpretations but my favourite is the following one:
Another exhibition was a celebration of “Trees of Derbyshire”, which was full of great art, photography and poetry. My favourite was in fact a model of bumble bee life.
The rest of the exhibits are archaeological and local history in nature, however Buxton has a famous item in its collection, namely the Buxton Mermaid.
We spend a long time looking around but eventually its time to get lunch before going to our afternoon show at the Buxton Opera House. So its tuna melts and coffee before we go the Opera House at 3 o’clock for the show start at 3:30. Its a small and compact theatre that has been redecorated with some really good murals and mouldings.
We spend the next three hours being entertained by a Meatloaf tribute act in which the female soloist had actually sung duet with the real Meatloaf.
Here are a couple of brief samples of what entertained us:
Its not something I could do, and live music is always an experience, I come away not being quite sure what I’ve experienced. It feels like I’ve had a really good night at the working mans club except we come out in to the sunshine at 6:30. The crew and performers will be doing it all over again at 7:30. That’s a tough gig.
We return to the hotel and almost immediately go to dinner. We dine well and then return to the room to watch Killing Eve and football, during which I draft the blog. Its been a busy day, and I’ve not mentioned the Buxton Pudding company, the art shop, a man who tells me I’m meeting Jesus or the man who liked my braiding.