After yesterday’s culture, today was all about touristy stuff. I guess it’s one of those things, L and I don’t really see ourselves as tourists, as those are the folks on package tours who turn up in big buses and get led along and shown things and stuff like that. We’re visitors, we turn up, do our thing at our own pace, doing our own research and stuff. I think it’s a more internal, mental thing. (We did try to describe ourselves as travellers, but over here they’re gypsies.) We visit places, we don’t necessarily tour them. Today’s visiting involved strolling through Green Park, finding that to be one of…

Ah Monday, a day of culture, or something. Another day and i’m feeling a bit walked out after yesterday’s efforts at Kew gardens, so the path of least walking sounds good. This means tube with a change to the Victoria line, and down to Pimlico for a quick wander through Tate Britain. The Tate is kind of a selfish pleasure for me, as it’s full of my favourite paintings, or at least should be. It’s also been a bit of a let down, too, over time. My first visit was when they had closed the Pre-Raphaelite room, so allI got to see was The Lady of Shalott as it was…