The Lunch Bench (and No Mudlarking)

The Captain and I went up to London today to see the Van Gogh Exhibition at the Tate Britain.   The Thames was really high, so there were no mudlarking prospects to distract the Captain.  The trains were all on time - Clapham Junction - to Vauxhall -  then a walk across Vauxhall Bridge- and on to the Gallery.

We found a riverside bench en route (above) and had our sandwiches - marmite on wholemeal for me, cheese and chutney on wholemeal for him.

Great Exhibition. We came away with even more admiration for Van Gogh than we had before.  They had one of the Sunflower paintings, and had displayed it in a room full of flower paintings by other artists - some inspired by him.  Some lovely paintings, but the Van Gogh sunflowers stood head and shoulders.

He realised the sadness of our lives as they are now.  And clearly found it unbearable at times.And I hope he sleeps safe in "the everlasting arms"and has a wonderful awakening ahead of him.

What will he paint then?     The sadness will go out of his painting for sure.

Some sadness for me, in that I was thinking on the train that here we are, two elderly people, yet only yesterday (sort of) we were young marrieds commuting to work on the London Tube every day...

Where does the time go?

However, I have to say I am much happier now - much more capable of happiness - and realise more and more what a wonderful gift life is.

And to bring the blog back down to earth, we got back safely to our seaside town, shared a packet of fish and chips, and I am just about to fall asleep in front of the telly.

Medical stuff tomorrow.