When I first passed my driving test (1990) I drove up to London one Sunday morning to go to The Tate, this was pre-Tate Modern. I wanted to see the Dali’s. It was so quiet I was able to park in the (now most likely long gone) sort of semi circle at the the front of the gallery. It was brilliant. I was tremendously privileged to grow up in Surrey with all that almost literally on my doorstep.

I’ve had this on a postcard for about 35 years. Couldn’t tell you the artist though