These words are in the floor of the Great Court at the British Museum; a place which celebrates human achievement and curiosity like no other place I know. Continue reading
Working at home this week, and ploughing my way through some dull paperwork.
To stimulate my little grey cells I have been including treats and outings. I also washed the car, which gave me some exercise and entertained Not Cat who was intrigued by the streams and rivulets of water. He followed them; anticipated their paths; patted them with his paw; peered down the drain after them.
I wanted something a little more exciting to look at, so I headed off to the British Museum to see The Tomb of the Unknown Craftsman.
There weren’t any cars in the exhibition, washed or otherwise, but this motorbike marked the entrance.
It’s not the most obvious venue for clothes shopping, but if you’ve got more than a few bob to spare, the British Museum has some rather nice jackets and scarves.
a mouse runs between
the Egyptian artefacts
in the gallery