So yesterday I decided to return. We drove to Hampton Court station where there are very conveniently placed disabled parking spaces, hopped on a train with the help of the train's guard and was at Waterloo 35 minutes later.
The wheelchair was reasonably comfortable getting to the southbank because the pavements are pretty good and Kadvi is a great wheelchair driver, knowing when to support my head. I still miss the comfort and speed of the offroad wheelchair but I don't miss the constant terror of the dreaded puncture. So with one eye permanently on the wheelchair battery level lights we headed for Tate Modern.
charge indicators on wheelchairs are pretty hopeless. When the first of six lights goes off you haven't used 1/6 of the charge but around 60% which means you better be already on your way home when it goes off. We made it to the Tate fine.
We only spent about an hour looking around, not wanting to push our luck. It was nice having made it there again albeit not under my own steam anymore. As always I can't help feeling many of the exhibits fall into "The Emporer's New Clothes" category; people marvelling at a blank red canvas, 3 rocks placed on the floor, or a video of a blue screen with someone reciting some jibberish.
Anyway, with all battery level lights still on, we headed back to Waterloo. The whole process was pretty easy, the wheelchair range wasn't a problem and the weather was perfect. All that pollution kept the sun off the eyegaze ;)
So I am planning The Shard next