University of Birmingham

Spring was sprung on the campus.

Even though I have spend six of my years at UoB,  I do not recall ever going upstairs in the Barber to view the art there.  Free concerts in the small theatre of a lunch time, yes, but never the gallery.

 No mater, better late than never.

More of the masters for Gek to copy.

To round off a brilliant weekend, lunch with Mary-Ann.  Old Joe, ever present.