A Year in Normandie

Woke with a headache, probably a side effect of yesterday's jab. A couple of paracetamol saw it off, and from then on it was a thoroughly enjoyable action-packed day.

First port of call was Batley, to pick up the new shelves for our kitchen. (Haven't had a chance to look at them yet - they're still in a box in the van.)

Then on to Salts Mill (extra) in Saltaire. To the 1953 Gallery (extra) first, a wonderful space full of art works by David Hockney, books, artists' materials, lilies, and opera. Then - the main reason of our trip - up the stairs to the attic space to see 'A Year in Normandie', a 90+-m long frieze of iPad images, depicting the changing seasons around Hockney's French garden during lockdown. Stunning, and well-worth a visit! Even MrM was impressed. Finally a look around 'Home' at the beautiful - and mostly way over our budget - items for sale. No harm in looking though!

Unfortunately the Diner was full to overflowing at lunchtime, so MrM suggested a slight detour to Howarth on the way home. A good suggestion - we found a small French cafe where the little pots of traditional French cassoulet were delicious, as was the portion of Black Forest brownie that we shared! A walk up and down the main street  - resisting the wares of the traditional sweetie shop - before heading back home.

Just time for a bite to eat before catching the bus into Huddersfield for Jazz Club for another evening of excellent live music.

Shattered!