Next morning though, we spurned the sun, leaped on the tube and got down to the real business of the trip: the Hockney exhibition at the RA. I've been so looking forward to it since we booked the tickets back in January.
I wandered back and forth between the rooms for a full 3 hours, with a ridiculous ear-to-ear grin on my face throughout. I soaked up every painting, every page of every sketchbook, every last second in the remarkable, film-painting room.
All good things come to an end and we travelled back to Sheffield that evening on the train. I tried to draw John, but his eyes are too close together, because he wouldn't sit still!