yorkshire sculpture park

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.

I also don’t know how I managed to take so many photographs (155!) and yet so few pictures of sculptures…

Oh wait – that’s one – I almost didn’t recognise it for a second as it looks just like a set of steps.

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.

Every so often we’d come across another sculpture, peeking out through the trees.

Anthony Gormley this time. Bet it’s a good view from up there.

I confess I’m not much of a sculpture fan, and I’m not sure why I suggested we go there today (it might have had something to do with the cafe).

The thing that captivated me most wasn’t a sculpture at all – it was these bright blue berries. I have no idea what they are. They look just like robins’ eggs.

Utterly charming. It took me a while to realise they were real.

We so very much enjoyed being outside. These past two weeks have felt dark and a little shut in, and a good stomp through the woods with some long views was just what we needed.

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.