A visit to Yorkshire Sculpture Park is always interesting, even on an overcast, wet day. Helene and I were meeting with my college friends. After coffee and lunch we headed for the lower gallery. It never ceases to amaze me how weird art can be. In the chapel there was a light installation where you could make noises and the light pipes changed colour.
After weeks of rain the ground became hard enough for the tree guys to come in and remove the last few metres of the Ash tree. I’ve tried moving one of the disks and they are very heavy. I will need to cut them up before moving them. I shall use more of the seasoned wood in the coming months before starting to split this.
