We landed at Heathrow yesterday, Chris, Brigitte and I, a little bleary, at 6 AM. Hopped a bus to the hotel. Hopped back on a bus and took the tube to Southbank, London. Walked to the Tate Modern, and spent the day—it was a freezing, gray day like you’d expect this time of year in London—spent the day wandering around the museum. It’s a good way to keep yourself awake while trying to get yerself on UK time—spend a few minutes with Max Ernst, Yayoi Kusama, Matisse, Monet, Picasso, de Chirico, Pollock, Motherwell, Dali, Ellsworth Kelly, Masson,

on and on and on…great stuff.
We ate at a pub right down the street from the Tate. Walked back to subway, took it to Heathrow, rode the bus back to our stop, walked to the hotel. Made a plan for today—picked a bus and train to take to Woking and on to Godalming. Fell asleep early after calling home. But woke up at midnight—typical for me on overseas trips—-and was up til 3, when I finally crashed out till 11:15 AM, when Brigitte came a-knocking to make sure I’d be up for a noon departure. Lucky thing. I don’t think I would have been up. I’d already slept through the alarm!

Rode the bus back to Heathrow Central Station, took the train to Woking and on to Godalming. Took a friendy cab to hotel here. First show is tonight, at St John’s Church. Here’s the tour poster, if you haven’t seen it: