The Tate Britain is one of those places where you probably want to engage in an attentive, yet selective, walk-through, find what you really like and then do a deep dive. Personally I was fine with just a quick glance at the stuffy portraits of massively be-wigged ladies (and often gentlemen), fuzzy seascapes and still lifes featuring dead rabbits on tables. And some pieces, while interesting, felt like imitations of more talented artists. But when you get to something good, it’s really good! I adored the Henry Moore sculptures and lithographs and the painter Magda Cornell was a revelation. Their special exhibitions are well worth the added cost and most certainly kick the quality up a notch.