Just back in the door after a fantabulous weekend in London, warm coat-less weather and many thanks to Random House and especially the Vintage Classics team for the invitation to the Vintage Classics day at Foyles on Saturday. I don't need much encouragement to go and sit in Foyles for a day and listen to the likes of Rose Tremain, Lionel Shriver and Sebastian Faulks talking about books (Lionel about Revolutionary Road ) and writing, so much more about the events soon, especially Rose Tremain who made some very insightful observations about life and getting (a little) older which really rang true for me.
Bookhound came along to carry my extensive amount of luggage, and did galleries and bookshops while I imbibed a welcome dose of literary-ness and inhaled the scent of books, and we were also able to drink in London on foot together too, staying as we were just ten minutes walk from Westminster Abbey and but a few minutes from Tate Britain. In London by happenstance for the one Friday a month that the gallery is open until 10pm.
Last time I went to Tate Britain everything I wanted to see was in storage so a relief this visit to find a room housing the gems of the collection ready and waiting for our perusal, just something about seeing the real thing isn't there.
And Bookhound decided that this family...
would welcome an addition...
and accepted the blessing of the Father's hand with good grace.
And we went to the theatre too, much more about Flare Path the 1941 Terence Rattigan play starring Sienna Miller to follow, but I'll tell you that the play completely lived up to the 5* reviews it is getting at the moment, we loved it and my thanks to the Westend Whingers for the very last-minute recommend.
OK brace everyone, it's almost Team Tolstoy time.