Rhone

Swam. Met two of my bosses, putting a small corner of the world to rights. Quick whizz round the Portrait Gallery to see if anything new had opened since January. French class. Palak paneer followed by ice cream with compote made from the damsons and brambles that were flavouring gin. Hic!

The rhones at the National Gallery, where I munched my sandwich in the balmy spring sunshine.