Tate Modern

More art – this time just a bit further upriver at Tate Modern – but not until after we’d fortified ourselves with bacon and egg rolls and flat white at the Bankside branch of EAT! Actually we had a couple of coffees since they wouldn’t let us in to see Elton John’s photos until ten o’clock and we’d been as efficient as ever in sorting our buses out so we were fairly caffeinated by the time we got into the Tate Modern extension and had a thorough browse of the wonderful modernist photography and a trip to the vertiginous new viewing platform. They were even filling the circular courtyard outside the café periodically with thick fog, presumably leftover from the recent Turbine Hall exhibition so the whole trip was really something of an experiment in the derangement of the senses. Undeterred, we bought ourselves back down to earth with a stroll to Southwark Bridge and a bus to the Imperial War Museum – there’s nothing more grounding than a reconstructed First World War trench.  Later on there were the fountains at Somerset House, the Happy Socks shop in Covent Garden, a walk along the Regent’s Canal and a picnic on the train…