I trotted off to see the two brand new exhibitions at Tate Britain and I wasn’t disappointed. Firstly I went to see the first exhibition in Britain of salted paper prints, which was interesting. 

If I’d had my scientifically minded husband with me who did proper dark room developing as a child I might have gotten a little more out of it.  But as it was it was a pleasant experience and there were a few shots that I thought were very interesting, not least because of the basic nature of the cameras at the time.  Some of the lenses being used must have been lovely.  And then I popped into Sculpture Victorious, which was a charming exhibition with many Great Exhibition pieces, I was very glad I went to see that one.

I took a couple of shots as I was leaving.

And then started to walk back along the river.  I have this method which seems to work quite well for me.  I make careful notes (if only in my head) on how to get somewhere by tube and then after seeing what I have come to see I walk back, catching random buses in the general direction of where I want to go and it seems to work quite well, I see a lot more of London that way.  And its always a pleasant diversion to strike up a conversation with a Londoner on the bus whilst seeing the whites of their eyes as they are trying to work out whether you are a nut case and watching them trying to get away.  Eventually most settle down and relax into a normal pattern of conversation, but some you can see are very, very jumpy.  I just need a badge saying, ‘I’m not a Nutter, I’m just Chatty’.   Or, ‘Hi, I’m from Warwickshire, fancy a Chat?’.

And whilst walking along the Thames, I took a couple of photographs…