Egyptian Galleries – Ashmolean


After meaning to for ages, I took myself off to the revamped Egyptian Galleries at the Ashmolean.


I’m so lucky to have a world class museum just across the road from the office. I guess this little scribe is a model of one of my Egyptian predecessors. 🙂

As you’d expect, there’s lots of very impressive stuff, but you know me, I’m far more interested in odd little bits and pieces.I was taken with this nose…(remember Cleopatra’s nose in Asterix?)…

…this lion (or is it the Cheshire Cat? The teeth are very similar.)…

…this roaring hippo…

….a supercilious crocodile god…

…a mad looking pony…

…fabulous shadows…

…a rather benign vulture…

…and some camels (thankfully not singing)…
Make sure you pop down if you’re in Oxford.

Dead Camel Camp

OK, where we camped for our seconds night wasn’t really called ‘Dead Camel Camp’, but there were a lot of camel skulls and jaw bones about.

It wasn’t really wild camping either. We had facilities…

…visitors…

…and a really nice spot to sleep.

Although I could have done with out the national anthem singing…

Hey Ho, and away we go, camel riding, camel riding…

Here are the Hunts in desert garb. Don’t they look like ‘Dora the Explorer’? Harry and Sue are on tiptoes because they’re both trying to be the tallest.

On our loooong drive up to Uluru we had plenty of loo breaks (hurrah!) – one of them was at a camel farm. There are lots of wild camels in Australia. They were introduced to carry loads into the Outback. Once replaced by cars and lorries etc., their Afghan drivers set them free. Camels are now exported back to the Middle East.

At the farm there was a chance to have a camel ride.

In the same way young Australians are exported to run bars in England, the Outback is full of young people from all over the world. This camel wrangler was from Sheffield.

Here is Harry post camel ride, wondering if he’ll ever have a family.