I have been whingeing a lot about the weather recently.
So we went to the seaside.
We spotted these wonderful things on the railings by the path down to the pier.
As it was a lovely sunny day – we went inside. Here.
We’ve been wanting to visit the Russell-Cotes Gallery for a while – even before Jeremy Paxman included it in his programmes about Victorian art. Today we finally made it.
The interior is even more amazing than the exterior – middle class High Victorian at its gob smacking highest.
If you saw Paxo’s programmes you may have got the impression that all the paintings were Victorian soft porn – which isn’t completely true, although the nipple count is quite high, including Venus Verticordia by Dante Gabriel Rosetti.
And for something completely different there is a delightful temporary exhibition of mosaics by Cleo Mussi, entitled ‘A Hand Book – A-Z’ [with accompanying book.]
We weren’t surprised to discover that Mussi trained in textiles, as I had gone round thinking about how like embroideries her pieces were …
Which brings me to my picture of the day. The fountain in the garden, from the grotto.
According to the information leaflet you can order a picnic lunch from the cafe to eat in the garden. Wish we’d known that in advance.