Sunday at the Nottingham Contemporary.

We decided to dump the lazy Sunday paper reading thing today and go to Nottingham for my son's notes for his essay on the Philosophy of The Contemporary.

Then we decided to go to the gallery for another look at the Hockneys. We dodged the leak in the second room and had lunch in the cafe. (With fries in a shiny old beans tin)
We have just returned home, (freeezng outside) the fire is lit and the papers can now be opened.