The other day, on the anniversary of my father's death, I paid a trip back to the British Museum to see some of the things we used to enjoy together.
The Prints and Drawings Room used to let us both in – child though I was – to leaf through paintings and drawings of clouds by John Constable.
Now there is a deadly little exhibition there – . Yawnsville. ‘Four post-war German and Austrian artists.’ A legacy, I suppose, of the disastrous period when Hartwig Fischer was the
