By Tess Tangney and Oscar O’Hara

Started by Tess

It’s been a long 7 weeks working in Dunsink and yet the time seems to have flown by. After all our research on the artifacts we’ve found it was finally time to start assembling the exhibits. We were preparing for the Festival of Curiosity event on Friday the 19th, this would be our first opportunity to show off what we’d been working on all summer. It was one thing to see our ideas on paper but it seemed like a huge task to transform each of the rooms into what we had envisioned. Luckily Peter had recruited some extra help for a few days, an enthusiastic first year physics student from Trinity called Ava, meaning Oscar was no longer the baby of the group. A cup of very bitter coffee later and we were ready to get started. We chose the eclipse room to begin with as it’s one of the smallest in the building, it was probably best to build up a bit of confidence before trying to take on the larger rooms. Piece by piece we cleared the room of everything from tables and chairs to ancient fax machines and disconnected phone lines. We couldn’t decide where to store everything so we piled it all up in the Solar Room – a decision we would later regret.  

The room appeared unexpectedly big once it was empty, we had a blank canvas and now it was time to fill it. As we moved in the stands for the artifacts and filled them up the room began to take shape. We took note of what pictures we wanted to get printed for the walls to tie the story together and then took a much needed break to rest our arms and refuel for the next room. 

It was on to the Hamilton room, this required a much bigger clean out as it has been used as an office and reception for some years collecting an assortment of bits and bobs. We worked our way through the room filling boxes destined for either storage or the bin. 

While the aim of previous room was to display impressive scientific instruments, this room required a different atmosphere. We wanted to create an environment that Hamilton might have lived in, almost like walking into his study. We set up an old wooden desk in the corner with his original writing table on top and filled a bookcase with his notes and calculations where they could be on display but protected behind glass from inquisitive hands. After putting pictures on the walls and moving tables and telescopes around, the room was almost unrecognisable. It was open and airy with a sense of purpose it previously lacked, we had somehow breathed new life into it by filling it with things from the past. 

Continued by Oscar

As a reward for yesterday and a much needed mental boost, Tess had the idea to make a quick pit stop at Keoghs on her way to Dunsink. A small bakery just off Dame Street which we all agreed had the best muffins! And so unknown to the rest of us, Tess picked up a selection of muffins in the hope to surprise us at lunch time. 

After what felt like the longest cycle in human history, we lugged the lead bikes up the last stretch of Dunsink lane. Our muscles struggled to lift the tree trunk like legs we’d sprouted in the night. I’m telling you now we certainly hadn’t set any Strava records. Immediately we headed to the bitter coffee, faces of shock followed each sip, telling one another “we’d get used to it eventually.” We all knew what had to be done for the day, we all dreaded it. Our feet dragged along the carpet toward the solar room, we stood (not in the room more outside the doorway), staring down the monstrosity we had created. The silence broken only by the occasional slurp. After downing the remains of our coffee we set to work. A trail of  items streamed out the room, working like a colony of ants retrieving and depositing food, ready for it to be stored in our underground hive (AKA the basement).

Our work was interrupted by a friendly “hello” echoing through the house, looking at each other we darted to the door in the hope of roping in someone else for their daily dose of manual labour. Peter had asked Philippe yesterday if he could help move the weather station in the eclipse room. He needed someone to help, which we all immediately jumped at the opportunity (anything to get out lifting) luckily for me I just got in there first. Unfortunately this only lasted a couple of minutes and primarily consisting of hauling computer parts. We then informed Philippe all about what we were doing today, at first sight of what had to be done he immediately got to it, chairs, telescopes, books and tables, flew out of the room as we looked on in shock. Philippe had more youth in his bones than the three of us combined. 

Lunch time rapidly approached which we all couldn’t have been happier about. A pot of tea was brewed while our food was heated up. All sitting down in the walled garden looking out at the incredible view across Dublin, we began reminiscing about our adventures, about the journey the rooms and we have undergone, the Hi-Vis jackets, finding Hamilton’s notes, the Brasso days, our venture into the rather spooky basement and not to mention the first time we set eyes on the beauty that is Dunsink observatory. Most of all we spoke of sharing these stories and how this is the beginning of a new chapter for Dunsink. Tess disappeared mid conversation only to return with a plate filled with what I can only describe as a mountain of muffins. There was anything you could want from banana bread to blueberry. Silence ensued as we stuffed our faces trying each one and voting for the best, the clear winner was the raspberry and white chocolate, an unexpected favorite.
With much left to do before Friday, we began packing away our lunch boxes and cleaning up and got back to work. At the back of our minds the thought of our internship finishing loomed, shadowed by the excitement for Friday and our love of Dunsink.