Wednesday, 4 May
The astute reader will, by now, have noted there's one prominent building of national significance in Canberra that has failed to get anything other than a passing mention, and I refer, of course, to the Australian War Memorial.
The failure to get there up to this point in the narrative was, to some extent, foreseeable.
We'd penciled in a window of opportunity for Hughesy to visit the Memorial on either Sunday afternoon or on the way back from the wineries on Monday, basing both on the likelihood of Madam having other fish to fry, leaving Hughesy free for an extended ramble past points of interest without having to worry about others nearby who were waiting to move on to somewhere else.
Which is, in it's own way, fair enough.
When it comes to art galleries and such, I don't know much, know what I like, have an eye for things that are interesting and know what's likely to happen if I get intrigued by something, so I'm happy to skim over the surface, fully aware that an interest in something in the art world could become an expensive exercise, even without the purchase of actual artworks.
I'd been able to move through the National Portrait Gallery pretty quickly the day before, since I had a fair idea of who most of the people in there were, but in the case of the War Memorial (or, more accurately, the associated Galleries in the Museum) I had specific areas of interest that would have been enough for the afternoon, preferably without someone in the area champing at the bit in a quest to be elsewhere.