So aside from running out of petrol in rural Oxfordshire on the way home, our trip was a success. The Dude was able to wallow in bloody violence, P.'s highlight was peeing on the hotel bed twice, and I was introduced to works of art which were new to me. What more could you want?
The Dude and P. discussing the Victorian social commentary conveyed within Ford Maddox Ford's "Work". Or perhaps just saying "bababa" and "dadada" to each other, who really knows?
P. trying on button hats in the interactive gallery whilst blowing raspberries. This is one classy broad, just like her Mama.
I may take the first picture down soon, since I don't imagine The Dude would be thrilled about his photo being on my blog, however unclear the picture. I think it's all the talk of his wang that has put him off from actually appearing in photographic form here. Sissy.