Queer British Art and the Wheel of Life

I set off in the sun on Phyllis noting a markedly arctic feel to the day.  The train is peaceful and it's sunny in the Hyde Park.  

Who would think this was Central London? 

Finally hot and sweaty from my walk I enjoy a cappuccino at Benugo in Curzon St surrounded by men in suits.

I have lunch in with my Art History Girl who is happy as can be then take another long London walk.

I arrive at Tate Britain to see Queer British Art 1861-1967.

It is interesting to learn about the cultural history of gender fluidity  but not there is not much mind blowing art.  I like Aubrey Beardsley though.He was very talented and packed a lot into his unbelievably and tragically short life. At the end we are invited to write a message on a card.  I write one about an old friend but don't leave it. Confidentiality issues. 

I have a rest in the cafe and pot of earl grey.  A lovely waitress brings me a refill of hot water. 

Spotted on the time line on way out.

The talk at the Buddhist Society tonight is informal and on the wheel of life. I have long felt I am frequently in hungry ghost mode but sometimes so human.

On the way to the station I am disturbed by a dog fight and relieved to see the police arrive. 

On the tube a human offers me a seat. The train and bike rides are perfect

Hot bath, Archers and bed with a southern comfort.   
I have awoken refreshed and ready for my tour up North!