The Egg is powered by a 12v dc current generated by a solar array in the nearby field, then carried on galvanised tracks and in armoured cable through the thorny thicket to an underwater umbilical cord to the egg. It is inverted back to 230V ac at 150 watts, which is sufficient to drive my cameras and charge the lap top. An unasked for 20 watts for lighting will provide me with back up, as I intend to rise with the sun and sleep with its setting as an induction into a more natural lifestyle – where the working summer day will be longer than that of winter and the annual 9 – 5 put aside.
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Temporal Gateways
Access to the Egg from the land is via a path through a thicket of old oak, hawthorn and bramble through the fields below Lower Exbury House. The gate and wire fence is newly made for the Exbury Egg and echoes the remnants of an earlier version of itself a few strides further along. Like the egg itself, it reflects the action of the elements upon all things manmade and is a reminder of my intention for the exterior of the egg itself.
Beaulieu Beadle
In the character of the Beaulieu Beadle, I intend a performative role which is both practical and poetic as a guardian of the foreshore and the ‘herald who makes aware’ in my personal parish around the Egg. I’d like to provide a voice for mute nature, to be amanuensis to the tides, the terns and the turnstones.











