Tart to Tate

Trawling art galleries is my kind of exercise. Loads of steps to be had but unlikely to break a sweat. Loads to look at, loads to ponder, what’s not to love? Well since I brought it up, crowds, that’s what’s not to love. No matter, I am a bit selfish in that regard but obviously don’t have the wherewithal to own museum quality art etc so I’ll shut up.

There’s a Van Gogh exhibition at Tate Britain that I was convinced ended this weekend, it was therefore allocated art emergency status. As a consequence I had to take the day off and get to it immediately. As it turns out there was no need to rush, it’s on until August.

Marmalade and the little one joined me for a supposed day of culture.

Needless to say the day took the usual turn with more time being spent in the cafes and the shops than in the galleries. We started at Tate Britain then took the Tate to Tate boat but once we hit Tate Modern we didn’t make it past the sale in the shop. Marmalade made some fabulous purchases. Artistic purchases, but I’m not sure if even that kind of shopping counts as culturally stimulating activity. Perhaps it should.

Anyhow, a bit of sun, a river boat trip, over 10,000 steps, bit of art, bit of shopping, bit of eating by the river and a Pimms, now that’s got to be a near perfect day in anyone’s book, surely.