Home again

Just back from a seriously action-packed few days in London. The intentions were mainly cultural and we:
* Visited the BM and gasped in awe at the beauty of the artefacts on display in the Celts exhibition – so good to see everything together
* Stood astounded in Tate Modern as the room in which the Rothko paintings are kept seemed to throb and hum
* Marvelled at the colours, passion and vision of Peter Lanyon in his exhibition at the Courtauld – all works inspired by landscapes/emotions viewed/encountered whilst in a glider
* Did a brisk yomp around 500 years’ worth of British art in Tate Britain, from Elizabethan portraits to Tracy Emin’s bed ( shocking!)
* Felt sad at the small token left by desperate mothers at the Foundling Museum
* Wondered at the mindset of Sir John Soane who just collected everything and kept on buying the house next door to his to contain all the stuff
* Enjoyed the beautifully made film The Danish Girl, so sad though – this when we could walk no more.
We even managed a blip meet with the lovely Shaaamie and his missus, somewhere  deep in St Pancras. In between we walked miles and miles and miles and marvelled at everything from the noise to the people to the architecture to the mobile phones – just what is everyone doing on them?
Back home and it’s seriously quiet as son#1 has now also departed. Time for a huge clear up after the Christmas gallivantings.


Great to see so much more has been pledged blipwise and hoping the meeting goes well today.


Son#2 is on his way to New Zealand today – they went this time last year and fell in love, now they’re off to the North Island, stopping off for 12 hours in Beijing on the way. What an adventure.


And sad to hear the news about David Bowie. It really does feel like the end of something - and that is a fact .
An astonishingly powerful farewell


Pounding the Embankment
Blackfriar's Bridge
Spiralling in the Courtauld