I was going to keep it to one blog post per city, but I keep forgetting to mention things like the strange record store I found in Oxford which seemed to have been frozen in time at the start of the CD era – all vinyl, racks full of indie bands like the Woodentops, quaint category names (“RAP”, “NEW WAVE”) – and that would be a shame. So I’m going to do one blog post per day of trip.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have anywhere to mention the excellent Lee Miller exhibition which I saw at the V&A on Tuesday once I was back in London. Because there was so much stuff in the Miller show, I couldn’t really do justice to the rest of the museum. I did manage to find Sir Watkyn Bassett’s cow-creamer in the silver section, but that was a happy accident.
On the way back I went to Harrods. It was less snooty than the David Jones foodhall in Sydney.