Today we’ve been to Yorkshire Sculpture Park, and I don’t know how I’ve lived here for eleven years and not been before.
Ah, there’s another – Andy Goldsworthy this time, and while I do like some of his work, these dead trees suspended in stone felt a little sad.
(Yes, I know they’re trees. And dead.)
I imagined a field full of large, obvious sculptures, and that is there near to the buildings, but a trail runs for nearly five miles right round the park, and today was the perfect day to wander through the woods in all their autumnal glory.
Anthony Gormley this time. Bet it’s a good view from up there.
I was very taken with the exhibition of Emily Sutton‘s paintings in the gallery too, especially this one. They did have a few cards in the shop but sadly none of the ones I was fond of. It seems she has a studio in York though, so maybe one day I’ll peek in on the way home from work.
I’m tired now. We’ve been outside for hours, walked miles, and eaten nothing but cake. If that doesn’t warrant a bath I don’t know what does.