The Hayward Gallery. The Southbank centre.  3pm. The bike is tied up outside.  The combined mileage of the journey to and from the southbank centre  is eleven miles. 

A small crowd has gathered inside the gallery.   And the tour begins. To carry the concept and the art for the next hour is an impossible task. The concept and the art do it themselves.  I have chosen pieces to talk about and draw the crowd through the exhibition. The tour should have been one hours long but time flies and I am an half hour over time. What I should have done is timings.

Still, it went as well as it should have done. It was a new thing to me, though I can’t help feeling inadequate in that I haven’t got history of art. I read some poems next to the pictures which was fun.