SHARING WITH ME

I was off to the U.K. It seemed an age since I had been there. It was. Over a year. Before going down to Meldreth, I would see a couple of exhibitions in London on the Sunday, a few days in the country and then back to London for a few more exhibitions and a show. It would be a full five days. 

Nearing the end of the Rugby season there were  New Zealanders  and Ozzies on board the train. Even if I didn’t know who was to play in the final, by the time I got to London I hoped that the merriment would slow down. However, I was really taken aback by the crowds. To this day I have never seen Saint Pancras and Kings Cross Station so jammed packed with children, families and rugby fans. There was no way that I would waste an hour queuing up to leave my small case. A taxi it would be. The exhibition I wanted to see was of Barbara Hepworth's sculptures. It was the last day. Usually this means that the crowds had thinned. No luck on that score so I strolled from gallery to gallery avoidin