Today, I went to the British Museum, but first we went to the national portrait gallery for the annual BP show. We both voted for this one as our favourite.

Gerhild went to lunch with her pal and I started with a nice oak clock by Charles Rennie Macintosh.

It was very hot in the museum, so I felt that Satan dragging condemned souls into the jaws of hell was spot on here.

Then I moved on to some Mexican portraits, although I’m not sure that they meet BP’s entrance requirements for the competition.