Visit St Loyes!

Exeter City Futures have produced a St Loyes world in Minecraft for me. After flying around it for a while, I started seeking out some interesting views and taking screenshots.

Then I made myself a St Loyes Tourist Board hat, put it on, and had some fun making these old-style railway posters. Hopefully a couple will make an appearance during Art Week Exeter, in the showcase AWEsome Art Fair and Art Around the City.

Click on the thumbnail image for a bigger version.

I turned the screenshots into a postcard too…

…and took some more screenshots of the four schools in the ward. Maybe I need a new St Loyes Education Board (SLEB) hat!

D-Tour on the bus

In March 2018, students from Exeter University and artists from Blind Ditch invited travellers on the D bus route in Exeter to share their ‘thoughts looking sidewards’ – short writings, musings and poetries about their journey. Their creative offerings were distributed to other passengers for voice recording. The thoughts formed the inspiration and soundtrack for this video art work made by Blind Ditch. The work was first shown on 17 March at the University’s annual Community Day.

I understand most of the contributions came from the section between the city centre and the University, and fewer from the route towards St Loyes. However, I submitted a sedentary contribution – below – and made recordings of six short sentences from others’ contributions. One was used in the video.

My D-Tour

D Bus - credit Clare BrydenThere is a D Bus stop right next to my house in Broadfields. But it’s been months since I last rode the buses. I cycle or walk everywhere.

Instead it over the years it has become a frame for my day, a rhythm, beating the time I spend in my home office. Two every half hour or so, an irregular lub-dup of first the service heading out of town Digby-wards, and then the return rumbling up from Pynes Hill, swinging past St Peter’s School, and doubling back down Woodwater Lane. There’s not much else in the way of services or meeting places up here.

Most of the time it registers only subconsciously. Occasionally in the early morning I allow it to be my alarm clock, chivvying me up and out of bed. Last thing at night, it’s a comfort to know that the buses are still running, so it’s not too late and I might get a decent number of hours of sleep after all. Or when at work I might turn my head to watch it against the backdrop of the Haldon Hills and framed by suburbia. But definitely not at school time. Then the buses are double deckers, and I usually turn away and try to avoid thinking about whether passengers at the front of the upper deck can see right into my windows as they pass.

I’d miss them if they stopped. At first at least. I could hear the peculiar bus-less silence during the Great Snow Event. So I was glad at their return, heralds of spring.

Here comes the lub now. I’ll just wait for the dup, and then I’ll turn in.