I’ve been meaning to visit the Yorkshire Sculpture Park for a very long time and never got round to it. It was reading Yorkie’s post on the subject last month that reminded me of what I might be missing.
My reactions might not have become as dulled as I thought them to be because I managed to turn into the car park when I saw the YSP sign, even though I had only twenty yards or so to slow down and execute the manoeuvre. I soon discovered the reason why.
I had turned too early and found myself in the car park at the edge of the sculpture park with just a couple of coaches and a few other cars for company. But I decided that that is where I would begin my exploration. I mean, how far could it be to the main entrance?
Quite a long way as it turned out. I don’t know if Yorkie made the same mistake, but we both seem to have photographed the same ruined tree (above right) that stands beside the path that takes you towards the main building.
I’m a pessimist where the weather is concerned and failed to heed Mrs P’s warning that it was to get ‘very hot indeed’ and so was dressed in jeans, stout shoes, t-shirt and over shirt.
As a result, I was red-faced and panting by the time I reached the top of the hill. ‘Sweatin’ like a racehorse’ as they say in these parts.
But I was rewarded by the Jaume Plensa sculpture above right which stands at the entrance to the park proper.
I had hoped to find the place quiet mid-week, but it was busy, mostly with coachloads of college art students who seemed alternately bored and pretentious.
They also got in the way of my camera and more Jaume Plensa sculptures and I’ve had to Photoshop them out of the image above left.
I’m not sure what it’s meant to mean. Shades of Donnie Darko?
I spent around three hours at the park and feel that I only scratched the surface. For example, I didn’t visit any of the gallery exhibits.
Which means I will have to go there again before too long, not that I’m complaining.