A VERY BRITISH DAY AT THE MUSEUM

Sitting across the way, the iconic, the historic, and the very essence of time washed over me like a tsunami of temptation and awe.

-  lan Kirke

I had first visited as a kid – a very British tradition. A rite of passage. After all, our country isn’t called Great for no reason at all, or so I thought at the tender age of eight. Nevertheless, as I advance in age the pull of the primeval becomes even more tangible as I seek to reflect upon my own legacy. The notion of what I will eventually leave behind was amplified on this day by the epic nature of this incredible building. A magnetism and marvel that only this place can radiate. In my humble opinion, the British Museum stands the tallest amongst its many peers.

At its very core lies humanity. The cultural history of homo sapiens, where at the time of their existence each generation was at the forefront of evolution, experimentation, and exploration. As was I at that precise moment in Starbucks! I didn’t feel that pioneering or significant; however, I comforted myself with the thought that maybe one day the very notepad that I scribble upon will be on display for others to observe. Who knows? Or was I simply extolling the very human trait of arrogance? My wandering mind was brought into focus when my host for the day, Steve Forrest, called me on my mobile.

I met Steve, a member of the museum team who had walked every inch of this monument to the magnificent and mysterious, by the lions at the Montague Place entrance. He began by simply asking, “Where do you want to start?” I just wanted to follow in his footsteps since I was intrigued to know what he still found fascinating and alluring after nearly a decade of discovery. It seemed wise to assume that