I went to the Wildlife Photography of the Year exhibition - superb, as always. I don't have the interest, patience or skill to take wildlife photos myself but I'm fascinated by what other people see and share so brilliantly.

Wandering back down Park Street, I found myself, completely unexpectedly, next to the Young Sherlock film set, where I failed to get any good photos. See the excellent ones RobBris50 took.

My feet inevitably took me to the harbour where I went to an exhibition at Watershed about sensory perception. There were only three exhibits. The first was about being disabled (the word 'disabled' has stopped being an adjective for me, and has become an aggressive verb). The second sat me in a small room where the lighting effectively made me colour-blind. I was given a brush and some paints and a picture to colour in. Oh so clever! I have previously made glasses to emulate certain visual differences, but have never been colour blind before. Years ago, the Bradford Museum of Colour got close, but not as close as this. Fascinating.

I ambled under a purple sky (honestly, it was - see extra; it wasn't my visual cortex reacting to having been made colour-blind for ten minutes) to the reason for coming to Bristol this weekend: a 'sound-bath' at the Trinity Centre performed by the Murmuration choir, which Firstborn sings with. Another first: listening to a gig lying on my back on a yoga mat. It hadn't occurred to me to bring a pillow and blanket, as others had, but yesterday's clothes rolled-up and my coat were a reasonable substitute. The choir, all dressed in white, and some with angels' wings and fairy lights, surrounded us and sang in eight-part harmony for an hour. It was very soothing and a couple of times I had to fight sleep. Definitely a different way to hear music.

Afterwards I was able to have a quick chat with Firstborn before he went to do performance two of three and I went to get myself home. Many, many cancelled trains but I managed to get as far as Didcot then shepherd a small group to the bus stop, since a meandering 45-minute bus journey was going to get us to Oxford before the next allegedly non-cancelled train. One of my little herd was a German studying law in Oxford. I asked him what use English law would be to him and it turned out he'd applied to Oxford without thinking about that! He had no regrets, though. And his English is excellent.

A really good weekend.