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Exeter Nightingale Hospital Murals

by Kate Crawfurd

The murals painted throughout the Nightingale hospital have been funded by the Royal Devon Hospitals Charitable Fund.

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They were designed and painted by Kate Crawfurd, a mural and theatre scenery artist with over 30 years experience.

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Explore my website and discover how your home or business could be transformed with a beautiful mural. Murals are a competitively priced exciting alternative to wallpaper!

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Sea Fever

A Devon beach for you to explore 

in the Diagnostic Waiting area

Where do you like to explore?

What makes you happy? 

I love nothing more than a day on the beach, poking about in rockpools.

This scene is based on Wembury beach  near Plymouth, but could be any of our local beaches. The slanted rocks and triangular headlands are so familiar along our coast.

 

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Take a look in the rockpool. What can you see?

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Rockpool life

Hiding in this rockpool are many local seaweeds and animals

Can you find them all? 

Snakelocks anemone, Strawberry anemone, Hermit crab, Prawn, Herring gull, Conger eel, Velvet swimming crab, Spiny starfish, Cushion stars, Sea Urchin, Plaice,Top shell, Dog whelk, 3-bearded Rockling, Limpets, Barnacles, Star Ascidian, Bladder wrack, Kelp, Sea lettuce, Red, green and brown seaweeds, Thongweed

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Answers at the bottom!

Did you know?

Sea creatures are amazing! Many animals look like plants and most sea creatures have different life stages, sometimes a seashell will have grown up from a free swimming larva. 

I love this poem:

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Sea Fever
by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

 

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

 

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Answers to the rockpool challenge!

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