It was soon time to make a dash out in the drizzle to the nearest Underground and head for The British Museum in order to meet our entry time of 6.10pm clearly marked on our tickets for 'The Terracotta Army'. I'm sure you will, like us, have seen at least one of the many programmes about it. My mum was a bit dismissive, but it had become a bit of a quest; one because of the difficulty of obtaining tickets and two because it was a chance in a life time. We wondered whether the British Museum was still open as we edged out of the dark street across the courtyard. We are so used to bright lighting in shopping centres that it was a welcome change (almost) not to be blinded by the light - but you needed to be careful you didn't bump into anyone. The best bit about the exhibition was where it is housed...in the centre library on a special platform. I love the whole building, but looking up at the ceiling, (which was so close), it was easy to become mesmerised by the gold relief on the dome. The exhibition itself was interesting, if a little crowded, it was just as shame that there weren't more than the dozen or so figures on show, considering over 7000 have been unearthed. We had a quick bite to eat after, followed by a dash in the pouring rain, ending with us missing the train by about 30 seconds. Please make a note that catching the 9 o'clock train takes you to Nottingham first, and doesn't arrive in Derby until 11.30pm...yawn...
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