It is colder. A biting wind, from Russia the papers say, cut through three layers and forced the beanie on for the first time on the trip as we walked round the common after breakfast. After an early lunch we set out for London, a twenty minute journey expanding to forty minutes as a result of a breakdown. First stop the National Gallery. Bedlam. Huge crowds. Glorious paintings: Constable, Turner, Seurat, Gainsborough. But the crowds! Once again the gloss is knocked off a visit to a glorious gallery by wall to wall people. Nevertheless it was good to indulge in a magnificent collection of great paintings.
Sarah joined us for tea at Pizza Hut. Then on to the Theatre Royal Haymarket for a performance of William Wycherly's "A Country Wife". Bawdy Restoration Comedy performed at a cracking pace. It was difficult to pick up the words early on but gradually we got tuned in and the second half was wonderful with a great performance from David Haig (Second groom Four Weddings and a Funeral and Inspector Grim from "The Thin Blue Line".)
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