Anyway, today I headed for the Tate Britain first thing in the morning. The day was absolutely glorious today, cold and sunny. The way to the Tate is a bit of a long stroll from Westminster station, so I was very glad the weather wasn't as manic-depressive as yesterday.
There were also some great Francis Bacon works which, as always, border on the frightening, and a number of Singer Sergent paintings, as well.
Three hours later, I was back out of the museum and heading to St. James' Park. Now, fair warning ahead: I took a lot of pictures of birds and water fowl.
One of my very aggressive obsessions is birds, especially the corvids, which include crows, ravens, and some other species. So what could I do when I saw this?
Just look at him.
There were also geese with their goslings which the mother was very anxious to keep away from the ravens.
I wish I'd gotten some of the pictures those people took, but I had my hands, literally, full.
Confession time: I didn't like Buckingham Palace. To be fair most things would have paled in comparison to the birds in the park, but still, it was a bit anti-climactic as palaces go.
I maybe spent five minutes looking around the palace area, compared to the two and a half I spent at the park feeding birds and I have no regrets about it.
I headed back down The Mall toward Trafalgar Square.
At Trafalgar Square, I seriously considered heading back into the National Gallery to see the Van Gogh again, but my legs were about to fall off, so I left it for another day.
I did see Spiderman.