Rob Hudson

From the campanile of Abbazia di San Giorgio Maggiore, Venezia on one of those lovely winter foggy days.

A good time to reboot this series with all the uncertainty and fear in the world.

Cootness overload.

Winter walk, day two.

Winter walk. #Bliss

The secret language of trees.

It’s the best response to all those right wingers who haven’t learned to wipe their own arses yet that I’ve seen in recent years on British TV.

And he did it with that rarest of all things - a genuine embrace of complexity.

I watched the final episode of David Olusoga’s Empire series last night. They’ve all been very good, humane and empathetic, but this episode was truly exceptional.

I sold my soul to her years and years ago.

Being a bit of a tourist in Edinburgh.

Absolutely brilliant, thanks Chris. Home tomorrow.

How’s your day been?

It’s a contemporary piece in the National Museum of Scotland.

In here.

Mr and Mrs Hudson are, well, somewhere…

Enjoyed a wander around the Scottish National Galleries, mostly because I know diddly squat about Scottish art.

You’ll be pleased to know that it doesn’t all look like this.

The shop is called Mr Purves Antiques. Read that as you will. #Edinburgh

Spot on. My humour is clearly wasted on most other people.

Arrived finally. Just resetting our clocks to local time. I think it’s 1707.

The school chairs are a lovely touch.

Someone should do a series on airport smoking areas.

Today wasn’t the day for trying to get to Edinburgh by train then.