Now I know you shouldn't believe all you read in the papers, but they did say that London's museums and galleries were deserted ...
William Morris Gallery. It was heaving with people and I hadn't realised that it only reopened a couple of days ago.
I wanted to like it more than I did. (Let's face it, you have to be keen to trek all the way to Walthamstow.) Never having been before, I don't know what it was like before the revamp.
It must have been a lovely house in Morris's day. But it is completely devoid of atmosphere and I didn't feel any sense of the man. (Anyway, he only lived there in his youth. It is really William Morris's mother's house.)
It feels more like a William Morris Visitor Centre; you can feel that unsympathetic hand of local authority ownership. (I mean, red bean-bags for seating ... are they useful?Are they beautiful?)
So glad I saw the collection when it was displayed in stunning surroundings last year.
But in future I'd prefer to visit here.