The Oxford & Cambridge Goat Race 2011

March 31st, 2011 · No Comments · abelha cachaca, art, london, nature

So, the dust has settled on another Goat Race, and we are happy to announce that about £6300 has been raised for the farm, a huge increase on the £3400 from last year! So thanks to everyone who came, everyone who worked there, especially those who volunteered their time, and to the farm staff.

Exciting new additions this year included the Oxford & Cambridge Stoat Race, food, coffee, beer from Meantime Brewery and cocktails from Abelha Cachaca.

Music from the excellent DJ Pigsnoots, and live freestyle MC’ing from the excellent Voodoo Browne, whose single, Low Budget Raver drops this April.

This year, we had more time to put into making lots more decorations and bits & bobs for the farm which was nice.

Bramble the Golden Guernsey romped home for Cambridge in 57 seconds as Oxford never recovered from stopping at the start of the race to do a poo.

From a personal point of view, I think it’s really important to connect people to city farms – they do an important thing of not letting us forget ultimately what life is about - which is easy to do in cities. So I was happy to see thousands of smiling people walking around the farm, taking it all in. Many will have been to Brick Lane and Shoreditch tens of times and never known about the farm just a street away.

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Oddyseus's bed

After Oddyseus finally comes home after 19 years and kills all the bad guys, his wife Penelope still won’t let herself believe it’s him. In her final ‘test’ she asks someone to move his bed outside the room, to which Oddyseus retorts:

“Wife, I am much displeased at what you have just been saying. Who has been taking my bed from the place in which I left it? He must have found it a hard task, no matter how skilled a workman he was, unless some god came and helped him to shift it. There is no man living, however strong and in his prime, who could move it from its place, for it is a marvellous curiosity which I made with my very own hands. There was a young olive growing within the precincts of the house, in full vigour, and about as thick as a bearing-post. I built my room round this with strong walls of stone and a roof to cover them, and I made the doors strong and well-fitting. Then I cut off the top boughs of the olive tree and left the stump standing. This I dressed roughly from the root upwards and then worked with carpenter’s tools well and skilfully, straightening my work by drawing a line on the wood, and making it into a bed-prop. I then bored a hole down the middle, and made it the centre-post of my bed, at which I worked till I had finished it, inlaying it with gold and silver; after this I stretched a hide of crimson leather from one side of it to the other. So you see I know all about it, and I desire to learn whether it is still there, or whether any one has been removing it by cutting down the olive tree at its roots.”

Pretty sick bed! One day I will build a bed like this.

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