Menoggling; Eyeing Up Art - Part The Second

Having made our marks and hung them in the National Gallery Basement, it was time for lunch at the in-house restaurant, Contini. The service was five-star. Mac1 had the Lentil Soup with Sourdough, and I had the Beetroot Tartare (although it was differently dressed than stated in the menu you'll see on that link - it was shaved goats' cheese, pea shoots, roasted walnuts, and an aged vincotto. We followed this with, for her, carrot and walnut cake, and for me, the plant-based chocolate pudding, which was again a different mix to that stated but no less indulgent. Absolutely lush!

It was a delightful interlude to our day of culture.

From there, we went to the upstairs gallery to view the five rooms of current works by RSA Watercolourists. Oh, my word. We have been disappointed with this annual sales exhibition for the past two years. This year, we each found several in all the rooms that we would happily have swagged! We spent AGES viewing these and often returned to the favourites.

I didn't go mad with the clicking in this show... just too busy enjoying it, frankly. However, there were two or three that I just adored and will turn up in the Menondays posts. Mac1 and I have varying tastes, but there were a couple that we both agreed upon as being sheer delights. The works of Ruth Thomas were of particular appeal to us both (and I now discover that she is an expat Aussie!) Others that kept us intrigued were Alison Dunlop, Sheila Anderson Hardy, which is one I know David Gascoigne will appreciate, as he will the next, Jonathan Sainsbury.

We were fast running out of opening hours! The third and final exhibit was In Orcadia. I am simply going to share my images from this, with the relevant info bits, and you can take what you will from it (or view further online via that link). There was one piece from here (the Sunset by Victoria Crowe) that I am reserving for the regular ArtVibe posts. 

After this, it was back on the 31 and a cuppa tea before crashing for the night. The third day with Mac1 was at home, watching her stitch her quilts, create some dyed fabric and just generally chillaxing. We made our farewells after brekky on the Thursday, and I turned The Grey's wheels south and west again.