As we queued with bearded, tattooed hippies with sons called Alpro and Xanthe in front of us and Barbour clad loveies behind us I turned to GO and whispered "I think these are our people." The confusion on his faced meant I'd have to try and elaborate without being over heard.
The people in the line with us ranged from early thirties to sixties in age, men, women, gay, straight. They had loads of children, or one or none. They wore shoes, coats and bags with small almost indescribable labels (TOMS, Barbour, Fjallraven).
Nothing special unless you recognised them and knew that the backpack slung so casually on the guys back was worth £100, and the shoes, as lovely as they are were, made the wearer feel good about them-self as for every pair purchased another was given to a child in need.
These people go to festivals and parades in Hebden, they attend theatre evenings in abandons mills and warehouses. They holiday abroad, but no where to ostentatious. They are us, and like us they were lining up to crawl around huge bubbles dressed up in primary coloured smocks trying to look cool and arty. There one photo of the event posted on Instagram was going to make them instafamous and the next social media star. Well if you can't beat them, join them. Well apart from Aldous, he was really annoying and kept photobombing all of my beautiful pictures.The exhibit itself was made up of over a dozen inflated domes that each have their own colour. They are connected together in a hive of sorts, towards the edge of the hive there is a larger, white, dome, which is inhabited by various musicians and dancers.
As we made our way around the domes it was very discombobulating, some rooms were dark and soothing (womb like) others were harsh and bright (it hurt to stand in them). You are given a tabard to wear so that you are more at one with the colours around you (I had a child's one initially but mananged to arrange a swap with someone who was leaving), each group has a maximum of half an hour to explore. As expected the children just ran and ran and ran, screaming, laughing and shouting. The adults were more subdued however after a few minutes to acclimate to their surroundings they soon began to enjoy themselves. This nower days obviously involves posing for Instaworthy photos (I am queen of this).
We "photoed" our hearts out, and then all of a sudden we were done. Our time hadn't run out, we hadn't spent our allotted 30 minutes in the domes, we just reached a point where our sense had been overloaded. I found the red dome quite hard to stand I for too long.
Would I go again? Possibly, it was fun but along the same lines as ball pools. They are fun initially but soon you just want to go. I had been wanting to go to this for a few year and I am glad we went, it wasn't a let down.
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