*Bronze rods were used to cast
shadows upon sundials on the tower's sides, this
allowed a reading of the time of day whatever the
season. Other marks on the walls surfaces helped to
gauge the length of these bronze rods' shadows. Atop
the structure, a Triton-shaped bronze weather vane
indicated the wind direction. The water clock was
powered by water piped from a spring in the
Acropolis.
Just
for fun...
Well,
that's
me just there, Favonius, (a.k.a. Zephyrus) top left with the missus, Flora (or
Chloris as the
Greeks call her.)My old mate Sandro Botticelli painted this picture, the Birth
of Venus, way back in 1485. Flora and I are flying with our legs
entwined: I'm puffing vigorously as usual, while my dearest Flora gently
sighs the warm breath that wafts Venus (Aphrodite) ashore on the scallop shell.
All around us Flora makes roses fall—each one with a golden
centre (real gold even in the picture). This all took place on the
island of Cyprus where Aphrodite washed up at Paphos. In the
background is an orange grove with tiny white flowers which can
hardly be made out. On the right is Thallo, one of the Horae, (hours
or the
three seasons—there were only three in those days!), It's Spring
with her necklace of myrtle and sash of pink roses wearing a dress
of blue cornflowers and bringing a purple embroidered cloak
(daises?) to
cover Venus' modesty as she steps
from her shell. What a cracker, eh? (Mind you Sandro's done
something with her left shoulder—it looks a bit wonky.) You don't want
to know how Venus was conceived (i.e. what was thrown in the sea to
fertilize it); suffice it to say that Uranus is now missing a vital part
of his anatomy thanks to his rotten Titan son Chronus :-). See, now
Renaissance Art and Mythology aren't so bad once you've had things
explained, are they?

The Favonius connection? Well,
a west wind is always best at Ivinghoe Beacon where I flew model gliders
for 25 years. Favonius.com is a reincarnation of my earlier Aeolus
R/C Soaring Homepage. There is also a sister site of mine: Aquilo.co.uk
Graham Woods