Here we are at the Tate Modern (whose art seemed to stop at about 1945, much to Basil's annoyance) with the lovely Alex and her equally fabulous husband Peter. We hadn't seen them since our last time in UK together in 1986 and none of us has changed a bit (we say).
After lunch we saw Picasso, Constructivism, Beckmann, Bacon (OK, he was a bit more recent) and some very nice photoetchings, using a technique that Christopher Croft had talked to Basil about at the exhibition opening the day before!
Marj really wanted to walk across the moving Millenium bridge, so we left after a while and did that, all the way to St Paul's. We would have gone in but God is charging 10 pounds a head these days for casual visits. (Free if you have an appointment)