An Easter Holiday Journey by Patrick Field
We were wondering if we should wander off some place for a few hours. It was the last day of the holidays and time seemed to be sprinting. I wanted to bomb towards the nearest bus stop, Luke wanted to crawl along due to being exhausted and Tolly wanted to dilly-dally in his usual way. Dad probably wanted to frog-march the lot of us to the National Gallery. Luckily Mum had some sense so we all strolled to the 390 bus stop in Archway. Mum gesticulated to the bus driver that we would like him to stop even though it wasn’t a request stop. Some people were ahead of us so we edged our way slowly onto the bus. My brothers and parents fumbled for their oysters as I dashed upstairs to the front seat. At the gallery we inclined more towards the impressionistic paintings than the older religious ones. Mum and Dad wanted to linger over some Van Gogh but Tolly was more interested in the Seurat. The stillness of The Bathers ticked Tolly’s fancy far more than the action packed biblical scenes, which Tolly said were rubbish. Luke said all of the paintings had a message and were trying to say something. He was gesticulating with a large carrier bag in his hand when he said this. Some passers by jumped out of the way in the nick of time. Magically we all stumbled into the cafe soon after and me and my brothers had hot chocolate.
We were wondering if we should wander off some place for a few hours. It was the last day of the holidays and time seemed to be sprinting. I wanted to bomb towards the nearest bus stop, Luke wanted to crawl along due to being exhausted and Tolly wanted to dilly-dally in his usual way. Dad probably wanted to frog-march the lot of us to the National Gallery. Luckily Mum had some sense so we all strolled to the 390 bus stop in Archway. Mum gesticulated to the bus driver that we would like him to stop even though it wasn’t a request stop. Some people were ahead of us so we edged our way slowly onto the bus. My brothers and parents fumbled for their oysters as I dashed upstairs to the front seat. At the gallery we inclined more towards the impressionistic paintings than the older religious ones. Mum and Dad wanted to linger over some Van Gogh but Tolly was more interested in the Seurat. The stillness of The Bathers ticked Tolly’s fancy far more than the action packed biblical scenes, which Tolly said were rubbish. Luke said all of the paintings had a message and were trying to say something. He was gesticulating with a large carrier bag in his hand when he said this. Some passers by jumped out of the way in the nick of time. Magically we all stumbled into the cafe soon after and me and my brothers had hot chocolate.