Gallery

After living in Edinburgh for over 20 years, I finally made it to the Scottish National Portrait Gallery. And what a delight it is. Somewhat bizarrely, it was showing the exact same collection from the BP Portrait Competition that I saw in London, the last time I was in an art gallery. What are the odds of that, I wonder.
And then I spent time with old friends and their little boy, before collecting the family from the train station.