I mentioned in my previous blogpost that we stopped in Chester on our way to the west coast of Great Britain. We stayed in Ellesmere Port in a Hotel that I can whole-heartedly recommend for their service with children and in terms of accessibility. (I don’t want to turn this into an advertsisement, but if you are interested in travelling into the same direction, I am more than happy to answer a message privately).
The hotel was located directly in between different parts of the canal port, in the more romantic part where narrow boats were mooring. But right behind the house was the entry to these basins, and the rather big canal that is built here right beside the river Mersey can be seen, and a container port was in range of view. All in all there was a lot of water all around us which I loved.
Obviously I pondered leaving a bottle in some part of this canal. But then I decided against it. Judging from the debris that could be spotted in the water here or there, it was completely still and didn’t move at all. It seemed kind of pointless, especially with all the sea we were going to visit anyway. So no bottles in Ellesmere Port.
The next day, on August 2nd, we made our first day trip to Liverpool.Obviously I took bottles to there – this had been the plan from the start after all. So I had the difficult decision to make, which bottles to take with me. This was the final selection:
Three bottles by others, and just one from me. I felt some pressure to find really good dispatch locations for the bottles I put in for friends, and I figured the Mersey ferry was one of the best for distance. I didn’t know yet whether I’d be able to get on a ship, boat, or bridge where-ever in North Wales I would dispatch the next batch (disorganized as I was, I had not decided yet), and the time for a dispatch was perfect: High tide was at 12:50 pm, and the ferry we booked left the pier at 2.30 pm.
I don’t know too much about the contents of this bottle (the adrenalin was running too high while I was giving the workshop, I am afraid, even though she read out the message). But doesn’t it look just wonderful with the plant inclusions she chose?
I rather like Peter‘s bottle: Ahead of the workshop I discussed my ideas and hoped-for-outcomes via email, and I talked about the question of what is art, who it is made for, whether art has to be delivered in a familiar context where you usually find art (for example a gallery) and so on. He responded with a (half) satirical answer in form of this bottle. Maybe he can explain more in the comments if he feels like it. Or maybe it’ll remain for the finder to find out.
This bottle is part of Wolf Schindler’s own message in a bottle project. You can read more about it on his website. Being closed by a screw-top, we were able to take a look at the contents during the workshop which was very interesting! I have never found a message in a bottle myself, and opening Wolf’s bottle before the dispatch came closest to ever opening one.