Heidelberg in The Alps

After trying the first of my tablets last night, I had the best sleep since we've been in London.  I'll be taking another tonight and at least a couple at the airport tomorrow.

We decided not to do much today.  Tate Britain and the Turner Collection sounded ideal and so we wandered in that direction.

As you'll have gathered from the last few Blips I've been finding it difficult to cope in certain situations, and things like aggression and confrontation have never been my style. So. What then were the chances that on our way to the Tate we would witness a road rage incident?  I mean with car stopping and shouting through windows - I mean an absolutely first class display of arseholery?

It was a certainty.

If it had happened last Wednesday or Thursday, I would have gone back to the flat and never left it for the rest of the holiday.  But perhaps the tablet was still working and although my nerves were jangling, we carried on to the Tate.

The Tate is a Good Building.  Ok it has one Atrium, but you don't have to negotiate your way past it.  Stairs are solid affairs with no sodding gaps or glass sides, and you are allowed to use the lift.  There are no horrors there for me.  It was exactly what I needed.

And we spent the afternoon enjoying the paintings and drawings of JMW Turner. They had some of his notebooks and i would have really enjoyed being able to leaf through them.  Alas, not possible.

This is one of his paintings of Heidelberg.  I'm sure there is a fair amount of artistic license in this one.  Heidelberg isn't that close to the Alps or to the Vosges Mountains.

It's also weird to notice that when we went through my photos how many pictures in the Tate are hung on the squint* like this one.

*They aren't.  This was a - poor - attempt at humour.