Yorkshire Sculpture Park
Before the madness of panto and festivities took over my brain, I took a little trip Oop North to visit a couple of my dearest chums, and to meet their newest addition to the family, Baby Beatrice. Staying at their house means great food, wonderful conversation, raspberry picking and breathing in huge lungfuls of delicious Yorkshire air before reluctantly leaving, with a heart bursting with love.
Catherine and I got wellied up and took Baby Bea for a day out at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. It was a glorious Autumn day, the kind where the leaves set the trees alight with colour, the sky is a big singing shade of blue, and the sunshine cuts through the chill in the air.
After fuelling up with caffeine (and milk for Baby Bea) we set to taking a leisurely stroll through the park. Comprised of 500 rolling acres of beautiful British countryside, the park is home to over 80 open-air sculptures as well as 4 galleries.
Some of these open air sculptures are HUUUUGGE, demanding your attention as soon as you step round a new corner and interacting with the space around them.
Whereas others are more subtle, hiding away in places for you to seek out and find, like this guy who was hidden away in the leafy Camellia House!
I loved the surprise factor of each sculpture, never knowing quite what you’d find next, whether it was a sleek modern creation, or a colourful creature sprawling itself out on the woodland floor!
There are sculptures by some of the most celebrated artists of our time, Ai Weiwei, Antony Gormley, Barbara Hepworth, Henry Moore- I could go on.
And as breathtaking and exciting as the sculptures themselves, was the landscape itself!
As the sun began to dip, we strolled across the Cascade Bridge to take in some views over the Lower Lake.
Deciding then that it was definitely time for a brew and a scone, we made our way back through the park, past Bretton Hall and up through the Country Park, weaving our way round all the sheep that call that hill home.
I LOVED Yorkshire Sculpture Park, especially in the Autumn! I absolutely can’t wait to go back and visit again come the changing seasons. THINK OF THE DAFFODILS THOUGH!