about to cross the wobbly bridge
A glorious day out with Louisa, Julian, Tove and Harper which we start at St. Paul’s, crossing the wobbly bridge and having a morning coffee break in the member’s room of the Tate Modern.
on the wobbly bridge
From here we take the Tate-a-Tate riverboat to the Tate Britain for lunch. The food is ‘nice’ but limited and is served in the makeshift cafe on the lawn of the gardens at the front of the building as the gallery is being refurbished.
There is an exhibition of photographs of London. The pictures are socially and historically interesting and there are some quite artistic works on display. But photos don’t excite me in the way that paintings do. Largely because I am not in awe of work that I think I can emulate. A photo that I could take doesn’t excite me as much as a painting that I know I could never do.
But I did enjoy the Cartier Bressons, with their characterful subjects and there was a particular photo by Edouard Boubat of Tower Bridge that I thought very evocative.
looking downriver from Tower Bridge – Edouard Boubat
We ended the day going downriver to North Greenwich and alighting at the Dome near the newly set up cross-Thames cable cars. This stretch of the river is relatively new to me and I have never seen it from a boat. Quite stunning. Must revisit and explore further.
Coincidentally, Thom and I ahd been talking a couple of days ago about an artist whose name I couldn’t remember. Julian mentioned him and there was his work in the Tate Britain: Michael Landy!
It is the start of our stint of looking after Esme and Rocco for part of their summer school holiday. Louisa, Julian and Tove and Harper join us. Harper is rapidly growing up and is a confident little one plus something year-old clutching a football, which is apparently his FIRST word! The uncanny connection with David Beckham continues.
We decide to go to the children’s attraction at Castle Mountfichet in Stansted Mountfichet. I had some slight misgivings as we had been there a long time ago and I had vague memories of a place a bit like Wookey Hole. Especially as the Norman castle is linked with dinosaurs and a haunted house!
julian in the stocks within the Norman village
us in the church
rocco pushing the millstone to grind corn
However, it vastly exceeded my expectations and was a real pleasure. I loved the chickens, peacockes and ducks wandering around amongst the deer. The haunted house scared Esme and Rocco and Tove wouldn’t go in. The toy museum was a colossal extension of my meagre collection of cannons and such like. I did, though, buy at £25 a small collection of lead animals – so maybe my own museum will eventually come.
a bear in the toy museum
More pictures are in Flickr.
Steve is our model in Teresa’s life drawing class at the scout hut in Theydon Bois. Alarmingly, I am now one of the better artists in the class and other students ask me about the media I use – a sanguine pencil – and copy me.
Tove wae enraptured with the band Reachback and, in particular, with the band’s red-haired girl singer. “I want to be her!” she said to Louisa.
me, Tove and Louisa watching Reacback
Anyway, here we are watching the band. This photo and article was in the local Guardian.