Sheffield Drop Offs – Part 3

As you probably know by now I spent last week in Sheffield, mainly to work on my writing, but also with the aim to drop off a couple of bottles.

I wrote about my preparation in a first part here. There I showed you the four bottles I prepared, the four bottles that Peter sent me to dispatch for him, and I also mentioned that I packed two empty bottles for possible by-standers to fill.

In the second part I spoke about arriving in Sheffield and discovering that the Don where I put my bottles is full of little islands, had little water and current and in addition a lot of weirs. I dropped in both bottles nonetheless, and was able to observe Peter’s bottle getting stuck pretty much immediately, so probably now you want to know what happened next with it.

Peter’s Bottle No. 100

On the top of the blog you can see how I left Peter’s No. 100 behind on Tuesday the 9th. The place was just a 10 minute walk from my hotel, so the plan was of course to check the next day whether it was still there.

I was extremely lucky with the weather: The 10th was sunny and warm and felt more like a September than like an October day. When I came to the place at around noon, I was first pleased to see that the bottle was gone and apparently had moved on:

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Nothing to see – Yay!

The whole board against which the bottle was resting moved a few meters along the river (I think that old christmas tree in there remained stationary, so you can compare with that), and in the process it obviously gave the bottle free.
I continued to walk along the river (I had more bottles to dispatch after all, but more about that later) and spotted the bottle again, only 20 or 30m further downstream.

I believe you can click on the images to see them in enlarged (I hope so), in the second image I placed arrows where the bottle got stuck on the first and the second day. Of course I had to check again on my way back. The bottle had made a few more meters further downstream where it rested again with some other junk but still above the foot bridge located there.

The forecast for the next day (11th) predicted a day with showers moving through. I woke up to skies that looked somewhat threatening, and so I started early while it was still dry. The wind was blowing in gusts, but no rain. I first walked to the spot I last saw Peter’s bottle. It had moved again a couple of meters. I could see it moving very slowly, and then getting stuck once more between some floating grass and other plant material.
In the photo below just a little upstream of this cut through in the wall, that’s where I last spotted it. (The photo was taken a day earlier for the stone under the bridge, but that’s a story of its own. Anyway, that’s why the bottle can’t be seen in the photo.)

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As I said, that was the last time I saw it. I went to look for it again the same day, just a couple of hours later, and I was unable to see it anywhere. Which is somewhat of a mystery to me: Given the slow manner with which it was moving I can’t understand how it could have disappeared out of sight in just a few hours. The river downstream from there looked like it had fewer hurdles, but still, it was moving at no more than half a meter per second so how far could it go? It was floating on the right hand bank which has a tall wall as its border… But who knows, maybe someone has found it already. – I hope we’ll hear from it again.

 Other drop ins

This blog post is again getting very long, and I’ll try to cut me short. As mentioned before, the weather on the 10th was wonderful, and I walked slowly down the Don, putting in two bottles from the spider bridge,  visible in the photo above if you know what to look out for, and then I sat down and filled one of the empty bottles I brought with me. I had not arranged any meet-up, no-one I saw on my hike seemed interested, and so I just ripped a few pages from my notebook and filled them with a message on the spot. I didn’t give this bottle a number, as I don’t really regard it as part of this project. Well, maybe a little.
Below are photos taken on the 10th. If you click on them, you’ll be able to read some further comments on them if you like.

The next day, the 11th, I went out in the morning to first look for Peter’s bottle and while doing so, I spotted the entrance to Victoria Quays. So I decided to take a walk along the canal for a change. Because I had already spent the better of the day before hiking along the river I cut my visit relatively short and dropped my bottle just behind the entrance to the Quays. I wasn’t sure how Peter would feel about his bottle being put in a non-flowing body of water, and besides: it smelled awfully beneath the bridge where I placed it. For a bottle containing miniature kidney bowls seemed fitting but  beautiful bottle like Peter’s? – That felt just wrong. And so I held on to that one for a while longer.

The weather stayed surprisingly nice and dry that day, and for unknown reasons I struggled to get any good work done sitting in my hotel room. And so I decided to walk to the Don once more in the afternoon. I probably should have walked upstream for a change. But I was too curious to see whether and which of the dropped off bottles I might spot. Because I didn’t feel like dropping a bottle from a bridge where I already had been, I walked further than before, right into a nature reserve that made it almost feel like I had left the city. There I dropped then my last bottle, the No. 103 into the Don, and Peter’s 102.

On my walk to there I spotted two of my bottles: the unnumbered one above the weir at Norfolk bridge where I dropped it in, and one of my small bottles below the weir. I am not sure which of the two it was as the sun was reflecting so much that it was hard to see what was inside, but looking at the photos now, I am pretty sure it was the 102 that I put in from spider bridge the day before.

While walking along the river, the canal and through the city I made many more pictures with little and big things I spotted, street art and loving little details, imagining showing them to you. But my report is taking way too much time and space already, and I don’t want to bore anyone. Many thanks for your interest, dear reader, who has read until here. I’ll just let that guy below that I spotted on one of my excursion wave you good bye.

Like always, I wish all my bottles a good and far travel and happy finders.  – Next up will be the dispatch of Peter’s bottle No. 103 from Trent Bridge in West Bridgeford. Stay Tuned!

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Sheffield: Part 2 – Day 1, Twice the No. 100

From 9th – 12th October I spent a couple of days in Sheffield. They were my personal writer’s retreat: I booked myself into a hotel and spent my days there to write. BUT of course I carried a couple of bottles to dispatch, too. I had a really good time, with walks along the river and canal, discovering little and big things on my excursions, with new ideas and trying marmite for the first time – and got a lot of writing done.

Unfortunately because I was writing anyway, I failed to write here on this blog while things were happening, which I now realise was a mistake: Packing everything I want to tell and show you into one big blogpost is just too much. So I decided to split it into three (or maybe it will turn out four) parts. You can find the first part here, in which I show you a bit behind the scenes bottle making.

Here’s a map of the dispatches, as some kind of preview for those who are just too curious just now (and also in case a bottle is being found already). You’ll notice that there are three kinds of markers in there: the blue ones are where I dropped off my bottles, the red ones are sightings, and the green ones are where I dropped off Peter’s bottles.

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Lady’s Bridge in Sheffield

Day 1 – Upper Don Walk

I arrived in Sheffield later than expected on Tuesday, due to a derailed train at Sheffield train station. I had planned to first visit the river and then check in, but now I decided to first go to the hotel. Which turned out to be a good decision since Sheffield is much more hilly than expected, and with that I mean steap streets, steep, – mountaineous! Well, maybe it wasn’t quite as bad, but the constant sloping makes walking with a pull along suitcase full of books and paper (I was there to write after all) a bit of a hassle. Wikipedia agrees that my feeling that Sheffield is exceptionally steep is justified:

Sheffield is a geographically diverse city. The city nestles in the eastern foothills of the Pennines, and a natural amphitheatre created by several hills and the confluence of five rivers: Don, Sheaf, Rivelin, Loxley and Porter. As such, much of the city is built on hillsides with views into the city centre or out to the countryside. Blake Street, in the S6 postcode area, is the third steepest residential street in England, with a gradient of 16.6°. The city’s lowest point is just 29 metres (95 ft) above sea level near Blackburn Meadows, while some parts of the city are at over 500 metres (1,640 ft); the highest point being 548 metres (1,798 ft) at High Stones, near Margery Hill. However, 79% of the housing in the city is between 100 and 200 metres (330 and 660 ft) above sea level.

Well, I arrived on a lovely sunny and warm autumn day, and right after checking in to my hotel, I packed my backpack with some bottles, and started to walk to find the river Don. When I came closer to Lady’s Bridge (the oldest bridge in Sheffield), I discovered this:

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Well, if that’s not inviting, then I don’t know what is. I went through the arch and immediately reached the Don:

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When you look in the photo with the arch above, you’ll see that the path through the arch brought me onto a foot path along the river. From the entrance it looks like you could walk up or downstream, however the downstream path was blocked by a building next to Lady’s Bridge. The photo right above here shows the view looking left, upstream, onto the bridge from where I would shortly after dispatch my first bottle in Sheffield. Looking to the right revealed the sight of the Lady’s Bridge as you can see it in the photo further above.

I followed the path upstream and crossed the next bridge, the foot bridge you can see in the photo above, and then the walk continued on the other bank. Without much hesitation I decided to throw in my first botte, the 100th message in a bottle in this project:

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The view from the bridge, a last look at the bottle, and then the farewell

My bottle drew the attention of some ducks which, although they seemed disappointed that the object that had fallen from the bridge didn’t seem edible, swam around and with it. Lazily the bottle bobbed in the water and moved very slowly. It was easy to cross the bridge, and then follow it on the Upper Don Walk until I reached came closer to the Lady’s Bridge and had to walk around a building which meant I briefly lost sight of the bottle. Up on the bridge I expected to see it again. I wanted to check whether it made it down the weir. But the glaring sun and its many reflections on the water made it hard to spot the little bottle. I have a series of photos which I shot in the believe they had the bottle on it. But upon close inspection on my computer, it looks just like waves and leaves and stones.

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Upstream view of the Don from Lady’s Bridge in Sheffield

I mentioned before, that I was carrying not only my 4 bottles to Nottingham, but also Peter‘s. And as fate would have it, his bottles carry the same serial numbers as mine did. So I had another No. 100 in my backpack that wanted to be set free.
According to his blogpost he had read up on the river Don and knew to expect weirs. I was blissfully unaware of them until I saw them. I had dropped in mine without hesitation, but seeing its slow trundle along the lazy river, and also because it was rather big, I figured I’d rather drop it in from lady’s bridge, below the weir.

But, upon crossing the street and looking down the bridge, I had to realise that there was a little island just behind the bridge, blocking the free flow of the river.

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Lady’s Bridge from below the weir

I later learned, that these islands in the Don are due to the weirs. The rushing water washes up sediment, and with the water quality rising in the river, they are home to wildlife and are cherished and cared for.

Just downstream of Lady’s Bridge, the Upper Don Walk ends, and the Five Weir Walk starts. Ah, well, so there were more weirs to be expected.
From where I stood I could see the next bridge, and hoped to find a better place there to dispatch Peter’s centennial bottle. No such luck: Another island was waiting for it there. By that time, however, I was beginning to feel eager to return to me “real” work, and figured, I’d have more time tomorrow to explore more of the river, and after all, I had six more bottles to dispatch. So in it went. I took great care to find the best spot where the bottle would hopefully avoid the island. I watched it float downstream, happy that I seemed to have chosen well:

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It went swiftly past the island, but then floated toward the right – and got stuck on a piece of driftwood. I watched it struggle for a while. The current and gusts of strong wind seemed to help it move on – almost. After a couple of minutes I gave up for the day, determined to come back the next day.

 

Sheffield – Part 1: Preparations

From 9th – 12th October I spent a couple of days in Sheffield. They were my personal writer’s retreat: I booked myself into a hotel and spent my days there to write. BUT of course I carried a couple of bottles to dispatch there. I had a really good time, with walks along the river and canal, discovering little and big things on my excursions, with new ideas and trying marmite for the first time – and got a lot of writing done.

Unfortunately because I was writing anyway, I failed to write here on this blog while things were happening, which I now realise was a mistake: Packing everything I want to tell and show you into one big blogpost is just too much. So I’ll split it into two or three parts and will publish them over the next couple of days. I hope you’ll enjoy them and stick with me!

Here’s a map of the dispatches, as some kind of preview for those who are just too curious just now (and also in case a bottle is being found already). You’ll see this map again in future posts. You’ll notice that there are three kinds of markers in there: the blue ones are where I dropped off my bottles, the red ones are sightings, and the green ones are where I dropped off Peter’s bottles.

Preparations – The Bottles

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From left to right bottles numbered 102, 100, 103, 101

When I announced on facebook, and shortly after here on this blog, that I would be dispatching bottles in Sheffield, I had made 99 bottles to date, and all had been set free, none was with me in my studio to take along with me. That was because I was slightly haunted by the idea that bottle No. 100 should be somehow special, and thus had postponed actually making one for a while.

The reason why I booked my stay in Sheffield was that I was (and am) awfully clogged with work at the moment. I have so much work to do, I find no time to work! (It sounds funny but it really isn’t. I will have to seriously think about how to solve the problem, but that’s a different story.) So maybe it’s no surprise that for a good while I didn’t do anything about the lack of bottles.

Then James Ismael Kuck, also known online as Peter S. or Peter Stein send me a message, asking whether he could send me some bottles for the Sheffield dispatch. “Sure”, was my answer, “it will be a pleasure!” And I was delighted that anyone had taken notice in my plans and was happy to participate. And it put the necessary pressure on to really get going and make some bottles. (If you don’t know his blog, click on the link, and you’ll find a wonderful mix of stories about messages and bottles, ocean currents, and people who collect or make messages in bottles; most of the posts are in German but a fair bit have English summaries or translations.)

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First steps in making a rounded bathroom sink and cabinet

There are two major things I try to continuously improve for my bottles, and have not found a universal (i.e. the best) solution for: a) where and how to place my actual message and b) how to best make use of the little space I have in the bottle.

To this end, I decided to try and make a curved piece of furniture this time. I first put some polymer clay into a bottle and baked it inside. Then I took it out, it kept its shape, so that I had a bit of “wall” to work with for my model. Of course the opening on top is smaller than the curve on the inside, but I thought I took care of that and set to work. Unfortunately it turned out that the cabinet was few millimeters too wide to fit in. – I had forgotten to take the thickness of the board properly into account.

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Doesn’t fit in by a fraction of a millimeter

So I started over and made a second cabinet, just a bit smaller.

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New cabinet at the bottom is a little bit smaller

It turned out that with just a millimeter smaller, it was really hard to fit the sink in, for which I used piece of a blister pack that did not magically shrink a bit just by my willing it to. But I managed somehow, painted it, put on some decorative paper, and added a few details:

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Front view of cabinet with a sink, a toothbrush, a cup and some toilet paper at the bottom

Below is another view of it, from the back: By puttin some paper over the back, I am hiding that I had to score the board to make it fit as a round. The photo also has a matchstick (and the old cabinet) in it for size comparison. Also, the grid on my worktable is a 10mm grid.

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cabinet from top/back.

With so much work poured into that bottle, I decided that this had to be my number 100, and it is the bottle for which I wrote the accompaning letter (to be rolled up and placed beside the toilet paper) first. But I actually started the bottle No. 101 with the disinfectant bottle first.

Well, you can see by now that I have a bathroom / hospital / sanitary thing going with these bottles. That’s because I am still in the finishing steps for my artist book “346” involved. But that, too, is another story to be told at a different time and place.

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pencil loop closure work like this: There are two loops attached to the front over of the book, and one in the middle between the two on the back cover flap. You close the book, and the loops line up, then you push a pencil through and they all stay in place. Pull the pencil out, and you can open the book – and you have a pencil ready to write, too!

I then tought, it was time to make a miniature book again for a bottle. And I was going to pay more attention to the closure (of the book) this time. So I managed to make a teeny tiny pencil loop closure. I explained what that is above as a caption to the image. Obviously, with a book as tiny as this, I can’t put in an ordinary pencil. Instead this is a tapered and clipped toothpick, with some black painted on. I experimented with making it a real pencil that would write, but didn’t really like the result. You can see the real pencil in the picture below.

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The book is filled with images and text on (almost) all pages

I then put the book on what I thought could look like a hospital blanket and pillow, but probably it doesn’t, and put all this onto a hollow pedestal into which I put the accompaning letter. Unfortunately, as you can see in the group image above and maybe below, that placed the book and miniature scene rather close to the cork.

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Book on its bed, ready to go in the bottle

At that point I had spent the better of two days on making the bottles. I was waiting for 4 bottles from Peter, one for each day I’d spend in Sheffield. So I made the last one rather quickly, I must admit, and filled it with miniature kidney bowls.

Peter’s bottles reached me just in time the afternoon before I left. Below is the array of bottles I packed, including two empty ones for bystanders to make their own. – I am always hoping someone might join me, but unfortunately this rarely happens. More about that in my next blogpost about my Sheffield dispatches!
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Bottle No. 43 found

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No. 43: still at home

Bottle No. 43 was thrown into the river Avon in Bath by my trusted helper in May 2014. Yesterday a finder commented on related blogpost, you can find both if you follow this link. The bottle needed about 10 months for its way: an estimated 50 miles down the Avon taking all turns and loops into account, and then about 30 miles down the Severn, but here is was probably going a bit back and forth with the tide until it settled on a beach near Weston-super-Mare. If it had been a crow instread of a bottle, it could have found a way that is just about 40 miles long. Here is a map:

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click to zoom in

Jubel! Es ist mal wieder eine Flasche gefunden worden. Gestern hat der Finder hier auf dem Blog einen Kommentar hinterlassen. Abgeworfen wurde die Flasche von M. im Mai 2014 in Bath; sie landete im River Avon gerade unterhalb eines Wehrs. Gefunden wurde sie an der Küste, Luftlinie nur 40  Meilen (etwa 65km) entfernt. Sie muss ganz durch den Avon in den Severn geschwommen sein. Das sind geschätzte 50 Meilen (80km) Flusslauf, wenn man die Schleifen mit in Betracht zieht. Die Tide drückt gewaltig in den Severn hinein, und die Flasche wird hier wohl ein bisschen hin- und hergetrieben worden sein, bis sie dann am südlichen Ufer angeschwemmt und zwischen Treibholz gefunden wurde. 10 Monate brauchte sie also für diesen Weg.

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M. and Bottle No. 43 (you can zoom well into the picture and see that indeed it is bottle 43 in his hands)

Weiter oben habe ich eine Karte eingefügt, du kannst hineinzoomen wenn du draufklickst. Wie üblich, wennn eine Flasche gefunden wurde, habe ich einige Bilder zusammengestellt. Viel Spaß damit!

As usual, now that the bottle is found, I show you all some images of the contents:

Bottle Number 43 contains 42 lucky stars. 21 were made by Cathryn Miller - here on the right

Bottle Number 43 contains 42 lucky stars. 21 were made by Cathryn Miller – here on the right

The bottle also contains two sets of instructions, one more decorative on the cover, the other inside with...

The bottle also contains two sets of instructions, one more decorative on the cover, the other inside with…

... with an explanatory text, instructing the finder to make more lucky stars and give them away.

… with an explanatory text, instructing the finder to make more lucky stars and give them away.

contents of the bottle, just before closing it off.

contents of the bottle, just before closing it off.

With this finding story my faith in English finders is renewed. I guess less bottles are found on the banks of the Trent because for those who like to collect flotsam the coast is never really far away, while it is not uncommon to search the banks of the river Rhine both for treasure and for trash (several finders of my bottles were cleaning the banks from trash).

Now I feel a new pull to make new bottles. I’ll have to pull off labels first, always a tedious work that I put off as much as I can. But I think it won’t be long now. Also, already a couple of weeks ago, two more of my bottles were dispatched into the North and Baltic Sea. More about that soon.

Diese Findegeschichte hat mich doch nochmal wieder Mut fassen lassen. Ich war zuletzt ja recht frustriert, dass so wenige meiner Flaschen gefunden werden, bzw. dass sich einfach keiner meldet. Aber mittlerweile denke ich, es könnte daran liegen, dass ich sie eben in Flüsse werfe. Und wer hier Strandgut sammeln will, na, der fährt halt zum Strand und sucht nicht das zubetonierte Ufer eines dummen Flusses ab.Vielleicht sollte ich nochmal welche direkt ins Meer werfen… Naja, bevor es weitergeht, werde ich erstmal neue Flaschen vorbereiten müssen. Insbesondere erstmal Etiketten ablösen. – Immer eine dumme und mühselige Arbeit. Leider ist der verwendete Klebstoff auch noch Wasserfest, und das Etikett auch noch extra beschichtet, damit Wasser ihm ja nichts anhaben kann.

Bottle No. 50 Found

bottle no. 50 left at the beach in Skegness

bottle no. 50 left at the beach in Skegness

Last summer, on 15th of July, I left bottle and message no. 50 at the beach in Skegness. Skegness is a typical British Seaside Town with a funfair located directly at the beach. – An idea rather strange to me: Doesn’t the sea provide enough entertainment as it is?! When we were visiting, the summer break had not yet started, and it was surprisingly empty on the beach. Below you can see the children, helping to dig in the bottle, with the top of a ferris wheel from the fair showing in the background.

Letzten Sommer, am 15. Juli, habe ich Flaschenpost  Nummer 50 am Strand von Skegness ausgesetzt. Skegness ist ein typischer britischer Badeort mit einer Art Kirmes direkt am Strand, mit Karussels und Fressbuden. Das ist ja etwas, das ich eher erstaunlich fand: Sind das Meer und der Strand nicht eigentlich Unterhaltung genug? 
Wir haben Skegness in den letzten Tagen der Nebensaison besucht, und es war erstaunlich wenig los da.
Auf dem Bild unten kannst du sehen, wie meine Kinder mir helfen, ein Loch für die Flasche zu buddeln. Im Hintergrund kann man die Spitze vom Riesenrad sehen. Die zwei Masten, die da emporragen sind nicht etwa Schiffsmasten, sondern von so einem Boden-Luft-Bungee-Ding.

children helping to plant a bottle at the beach. Fair (top of ferris wheel) showing in the background.

my children helping to plant a bottle at the beach. Fair (top of ferris wheel) showing in the background. The two masts are not from a ship but one of those from-the-ground-into-the-air-bungee thingies

As I just said, the beach was rather empty, and I was a little worried, about the bottle maybe getting completely submerged in sand by the incoming tide. Much more so than about it being found too early. But other than can be seen in the photo, I piled up sand beside it, for to shield it from the direct view of pedestrians passing by. I thought this was a bottle which might survive the ages. – Wrong! As it turns out, it was found on the same day, by a young woman from Czech Republic on vacation in Skegness. And she wrote me a message the same evening. That message, however, did get lost in vast ocean called the internet for a while, and I only found it the other day, washed ashore in a “might be spam”-folder. Huh, funny how things go.

Wie schon gesagt, war der Strand recht leer an dem Tag (und zu der Zeit), und ich war eher besorgt, dass die aufkommende Flut die Flasche vollständig im Sand vergraben würde, als dass jemand sie vorzeitig finden könnte. Ich dachte, das hier wäre eine Flasche, die vielleicht in ein paar Jahrzehnten gefunden wird. Trotzdem habe ich die Flasche, anders als auf dem Bild ganz oben zu sehen ist, noch Sand drum herum geschaufelt, um sie vor direkten Blicken zu schützen. – Aber natürlich war meine Vermutung falsch, und sie ist noch am gleichen Tag von einer Urlauberin aus Tschechien gefunden worden. Und sie hat mir noch am gleichen Tag eine Nachricht geschrieben. Diese jedoch ging erst einmal in den Weiten des Ozeans mit Namen Internet verloren, und ich habe sie erst gestern gefunden, angespült in einem automatisch befüllten “vielleicht Spam”-Ordner.

Wie üblich wenn eine Nachricht gefunden wird, zeige ich ein bisschen was vom Inhalt vor: Neben der üblichen Information zu meinem Projekt und Blog, enthielt sie so genannte Glückssterne. Das Foto unten zeigt zwei nicht Flasche Nummer 50, sondern 48, aber das ist so zu sagen ein “Zwilling”.

As usual when a bottle is found, I reveil its contents now: Beside the usual explanatory note, it was filled with lucky stars. I don’t have a photo of bottle number 50 but this here is similar:

Bottle Number 48 on my table, a twin to the one found in Skegness

Bottle Number 48 on my table, a twin to the one found in Skegness

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The wrappers of bottles numbered 48, 49, and 50

The “lucky stars” contained within the bottle are folded from a strip of paper, and as you can see, the bottle contains a short description how to fold them. They are thought to bring luck both to the one who gives them away, and to the one who receives them, but they have to be circulated. So the instructions written on the right instruct the finder to match the number of stars contained in the bottle (30 in this case) and then give them all away. If 1,000 stars are given away, a wish comes true – or so they say.

The girl who found the bottle said, it made her day – I am very happy that she enjoyed finding the bottle. As much as I am sorry for not having responded to her earlier. – And finding her message made my day! I am going to make some new bottles this weekend, I guess!

Diese Sterne werden aus einem Streifen Papier gefaltet, und der Einband der Flasche enthielt, wie du auf dem Bild sehen kannst, eine kurze Anleitung dazu. Von den Sternen wird gesagt, dass sie sowohl demjenigen, der sie geschenkt bekommt, als auch dem, der sie verschenkt Glück bringen soll. Ich habe der Finderin daher die Anweisung gegeben, die Sterne zu zählen (es waren 30 Stück), genausoviele selbst zu machen, und dann alle zusammen weiterzuschenken. – Mit der gleichen Anweisung, natürlich. Wenn 1.000 Sterne verschenkt werden, geht ein Wunsch in Erfüllung, so sagt man wenigstens.

Das Mädel, die die Flasche gefunden hat schrieb, es habe sie sehr gefreut und ihr einen schönen Tag beschert. – Mich freut es sehr, dass sie sich gefreut hat, und fühle mich meinerseits nun sehr beschwingt. Ha, vielleicht werde ich das zum Anlass nehmen, ein paar neue Flaschen zu machen.

messages in bottles by H. Kurzke

Here the bottle is still standing in my studio among others. The number 50 is the fourth from left.

It was Cathryn Miller, by the way, who first introduced me to lucky stars by giving me some of hers. She has been making them for various art projects in the past, und currently she is working on a large scale work. Read more about her Wishing Star Project here.

James Ismael Cook, who has (had?) some of my bottles, wrote a cryptic comment about releasing another one. – I guess we’ll have news about that coming up soon, too.

Es war übrigend Cathryn Miller, die mich auf diese Glückssterne gebracht hat, indem sie mir ein paar geschenkt hat. Sie macht sie schon seit einer Weile und hat sie für eine Reihe verschiedener Kunstprojecte und -bücher verwendet. Im Moment hat sie ein rightig großes Glückssternprojekt laufen, vielleicht hast du ja Lust, mal vorbeizuschauen und mitzuhelfen.

James Ismael Cook, der einige meiner Flaschen zum Weiterverbreiten bekommen hat, hat letzte Woche übrigens einen etwas krypischen kommentar hier hinterlassen. – Ich vermute, da wird es auch bald genaueres zu hören geben. – Bis dahin!

Another Dispatch from Trent Bridge

Dispatch of two bottles from Trent Bridge

After making four bottles this weekend, we drove to the city borders this afternoon, and the kids both dropped in one bottle. They are always so quick to throw them in, though, that it is impossible to get a decent photo of it happening. – Sorry about the lack of faces in the pictures above – that was not intentional.

Nachdem ich dieses Wochenende ja  vier neue Flaschen gemacht habe, sind wir heute Nachmittag zur Grenze zwischen Nottingham und West Bridgeford gefahren und haben ziemlich genau auf der Grenze die Flaschen in den Fluss geworfen. Jeder der Kinder hat eine Flasche fallen lassen, und wie üblich so schnell, dass wir es nicht geschafft haben, ein schönes Bild davon zu machen. Unten deshalb  nochmal Fotos von den Flaschen kurz vor und nach dem Abwurf.
Dispatch of Bottle Number 57

Above are pictures of the bottle number 57 just before and just after being put into the river. Below the same for one of the bottles with number 58.

Dispatch of Bottle Number 58B

Tossing three bottles from the Humber Bridge

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Apologies again for the last blogpost being solely in German. I was in a hurry to finish it, since I only came back home on Sunday to leave on Monday for Nottingham. My plan was to toss three bottles into the North Sea from the ferry (Rotterdam → Hull), however, there were warning signs everywhere, warning that is was illegal to throw anything over board. So instead I decided to toss them from top of the Humber Bridge instead.

Humber Bridge, West Walkway

It was hubby me and the twins in the car. We first crossed the bridge by car, then parked in the Humber Bridge Park, and I walked onto the bridge while M. was entertaining the kids. It took me a quarter of an hour until I stood where I took the above photo. So unfortunately I didn’t make it to the middle of the bridge. My guess is that I crossed in to a third. Then I dropped a first bottle to see whether it would survive the fall.

Humber Bridge and Bottle No. 18

It did, so I also tossed in the last two bottles that I had prepared:

Humber Bridge and Bottles numbered 24 and 31

I am not sure what the tide was. It clearly was not high water since I could see the mud on the banks. I believe (and hope) the water was still retreating. Unfortunately the wind was blowing hard (I stumbled over my blown about legs a couple of times) onto the bank I was nearer to. Well, it could not be helped. Now I am waiting for replies…