Up to the museum early

To see the Wildlife Photographer of the year exhibition of awesome photos. In its 60th year. Walking up Park Street I see metal gates which look like they’re normally locked. And down the alley is this lovely jellyfish/piratical mural  - which I have never seen before - so I popped down and got my blip.
I have a coffee with my friend G before we go in - she asks me how I am. I say I’m overwhelmed that the world is run by evil old men - Putin, Xi, Trump, Modi, Erdogan, Orban - in no particular order, and many more just as bad. I say it keeps me awake, and hurts my soul. She said - you just have to spend your days doing things that you like, and enjoy yourself. 
You are not allowed to take photos in the exhibition.  100 pictures, all very good, some jaw-dropping. Compared to previous years it’s less depressing - more emphasis on projects to protect environments or particular species, and less on disastrous destruction and extinction. Though there was a memorable one of a dead sea bird lying next to the 400+ pieces of plastic found inside it at post-mortem. 
Each photo has a short blurb as well as all the location, technical and species details. A reminder how hard it is to achieve at this level: A camped for 6 months in the area before he saw a mountain lion, B has been photographing horned toads his whole career and this is his best photo, C lay on an ice floe for 8 hours to capture his polar bear shot etc etc.