So, it turns out that once a year one of the biggest Steampunk festivals in the world rolls up on my doorstep….and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
IT’S FREAKIN’ AWESOME!!!
For three days of the year, through the cobbled streets of old Lincoln–beneath the gothic spires of the cathedral and within the ancient castle walls–all sense of time and place is skewed into a temporary living, breathing milieu of wackiness.
It’s like stepping back in time…and then being thrown a huge curveball, one which sends you teetering into a a post-apocalptic world built on steam-based technology, a world that kind of looks and feels like Victorian Britain, or the American Frontier…but only kind of!
For those unfamiliar with Steampunk, think Jules Verne’s 20, ooo Leagues Beneath the Sea, or HG Wells Time Machine, to get an idea for the literary inspirations behind this breathtaking spectacular, though of course the genre is much more diverse than that. (Above, somebody went to the effort to kit out their camper van Steampunk style.)
Even if you haven’t read steampunk, or seen any of the cinematic treatments, you can’t help but be drawn into the peculiar but completely engaging feel of the festival. The cafés, restaurants and pubs become a mix of civvies and steampunks, and even beyond the city’s ancient streets, in the modern shopping malls and High Street, steampunks are seen like apparitions from another world.
The festival comes to an end today but it’ll be back next year. And so will I. And I can’t wait to see the new costumes, trinkets, curios and characters that will be invented as people take the opportunity to live out their own private fictions just for those short few days.