There was I plodding along nicely in the first throes of my new blogging venture. My stats showed that I was reaching the heady heights of about two visits a day. Goodness know who they were and where they’d stumbled in from. To be honest I was enjoying flying under the radar while I leisurely sorted out blips. And then boom! My chummer Aril from Gnat Bottomed Towers mentioned me on her own blog. I’d popped down to the harbour for fish and chips with a friend who’d unexpectedly sailed in. When I got home and checked my visits had soared into the hundreds. Better get those social media buttons working then!
So, to thank my mate I thought I’d post pictures of our get togethers. We’ve been meeting up since 2015. Here’s a photo from our first trip to the Hunterian Museum in London. Don’t rush out there quite yet. It’s having a refurb until 2023.
I think that the Horniman Museum was next, chosen largely because its name had comedic effect. From its eclectic collection here’s the famous merman.
The Geffrey next, now renamed the Museum of the Home. There are tiny ants in this piece of wall art.
I wonder if our trip out to the Museum of the Mind at the Bethlem Hospital was one of my favourite little jaunts with Aril. That is in spite of the fact that a visit to a psychiatric institution is a bit of a busman’s holiday for me.
The Wellcome Collection in London was a goodie. I’m rather partially to having a childish giggle when I see a willy. One day I might become a grown up. But for now this place didn’t disappoint!
And another! Most of the time our trips are to London but this was from the main collection of the Ashmolean in Oxford, the oldest museum in the country. We’d gone to see a witchcraft exhibit but this was from the main collection.
Tussling for the top spot of visits was the Foundling Museum where poor 18th and 19th women left their children, often with a token so that they could identify their kid and reclaim them if their luck changed. So poignant.
We saw Frida Kahlo’s costumes at the V&A. Here’s one I took near the entrance and then I realised that you weren’t supposed to take photos. Oops! I’d left Hot Stuff at a match at Twickenham that day and met him back at the ground. It was a hardship walking out of the underground station in my little pink coat against the tide of thousands of big burly rugby fans who had just left the game.
Chihuly glass at Kew. I first saw this guy’s amazing constructions at the permanent exhibition of his work in Seattle.
Just before the first lockdown there was a rather wonderful fungi exhibition at Somerset House. We marvelled that a couple of people were wearing facemasks. ‘So over the top!’ we commented. What were we thinking?
And there’s always time for a beer … or two. The Black Friar, steeped in history has been the memorable drinking spot. Looking forward to raising a glass with Aril sometime in the autumn. I’m sure we’ll find something to fascinate and some good ale!