We had a free Saturday and thought a trip to London was well overdue, I know I went last weekend but Helen did not accompany me so it does not count. The trigger for going was that the press Photographer of the Year exhibition was on at the National Theatre, it is almost like an annual pilgrimage to go to see the great photo’s which are a reminder of what has been happening in the previous year. We needed something else to fill in the rest of the day and decided on the Summer Exhibition at the Royal Academy an show we have never managed to attend despite it being quite an important event in the art calendar.
We did the usual thing of parking in Berkhamsted and getting the train to Euston. We arrived with 10 minutes to spare bought a newspaper to read on the way and the train departed on time. We were at Euston by 09:30 and we got the 68 bus to Waterloo Bridge and were looking round the exhibition by 10:00. The National Theatre lobby area is quite a large space and is carpeted throughout so it is a really quiet space. There were quite a few people tucked away in corners tapping away at their laptops, you wander what their story is and why they go to the NT to do their work. My guess is that it is a nice quiet place with very little distractions.
The Press Photographer of the Year Exhibition 2011 lived up to our expectations, there were some really great pictures. A couple that spring to mind were a picture of a father and child in the Bangladesh floods, it is at night and they are walking towards the camera up to their knees in water, there are bright lights behind them giving their silhouettes a halo, the son is a step or two behind the father and his face is lit by the light reflecting off of the father light coloured clothing. The second picture was a snapshot of a cricket match tightly framing the wicket where a batsman is being judged out by the umpire, the bowler and a couple of fielders are in view, there is so much going on i the picture and it just seems to have locked in time an important point in a cricket match.
We next headed over to the Royal Academy on foot heading over the river via Golden Jubilee Bridge. There are some strange things to see on the bridge. One of the bridge footings has quite a few broken skateboards on it most of the broken and all of them without trucks or wheels. Perhaps their is a tradition where kids who break their boards on the Southbank chuck them off the bridge. As we passed Trafalgar square there seemed to be a bomb alert going on outside outside a building to the south on the junction to Whitehall there was a bicycle covered in bags, it looked like it was probably the possessions of a homeless person but the police cannot be too careful, so the area was cordoned off. We moved on swiftly.
There was a queue for tickets at the Royal Academy we waited in line for our tickets then went and had a coffee in the courtyard where there are also buildings of other Royal things the Royal Geographic society, the Royal Chemistry Society, and the Royal Astronomical Society. With my coffee I had a sort of Chelsea bun but instead of raisins and custard it had hazel nuts and chocolate it was a very tasty alternative.
The Summer Exhibition was very interesting, because the exhibition is open to all comers you get a real rag bag of art. Pictures cover all medium from photography through woodcuts, pastels, drawings to oil paintings. There is also sculpture and architectural models and drawings. It took us over an hour to get round all the rooms.
Fortnum and Mason’s was opposite so we could not resist a quick look round. We did not buy anything but is was great to look at all the lovely food on offer. I have to say that the fresh produce looked very good and the prices although not cheap seemed reasonable considering the quality. We hopped on a bus and headed towards Foyles for the obligatory look round the fantastic book shop, but I spotted a Cotswold outdoor shop and we had to get off at Picadilly and walk back, I thought there might be a chance to get some shoes I had tried in Cornwall but could not get the correct size. It turns out they had a pair of Haglöfs approach shoes in my size so I purchased them and we were soon back on another bus to the book shop.
Helen purchased no less that two bags of books, and I bought none after the £115 spend on shoes, but Helen insisted on a taxi to Euston, so a taxi to Euston it was. It turns out that the rush was a bit of a waste of time as there was a signalling problem at Bletchley and all the trains beyond Watford were seriously delayed or cancelled. We wnt outside and got soe lunch, for me some udon and pumpling soup for the asian take away stand.
We decided to get a train to Watford and then decide what to do when we got there. As it turns out the slow train to Watford was overtaken by a few southern trains so we were able to get the next train from Watford to Berkhamsted, which strangley was completely empty. That was the end of a lovely day out.