I got up bright and early to catch the 7.30 train to London on Tuesday morning, to meet my brand new contacts at Egmont (publishers of A Lark in the Ark, Baby Goes Baaaaa! and Baby Can Bounce!).
Nicely replete, I jumped on the tube to the V&A. I had intended to see the Modern British Art show at Tate Britain, but it didn't seem worth £14 for not much more than an hour, so I settled for the Recording Britain collection, which turned out to be a lovely and quite varied series of drawings and paintings, capturing changing environments throughout the UK. It included some by Kenneth Rowntree, who was commissioned in the 40's to record an area near me, before it was drowned to create the Ladybower Reservoir, where John and I walk regularly:
Then I hopped on a bus to Harrods, where I bought my Mum and John some treats in the food hall, then chilled out for a short time, sitting on the grass with a cup of tea at Green Park. Then it was time to scoot for St Pancras.
By the time I fell into my train seat at 8pm, I was feeling pretty knocked out. There weren't any good people to draw, so I tucked into a cheese and mushroom pasty. Then I discovered an interesting email on my Blackberry, asking if I fancied working with kids to design a mural for a new library, so I spent the rest of the journey thinking up ideas for that, and before I knew it, I was home. What a nice day.