Return to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park II

With time to kill, and energy to burn after a mighty vegetable soup and huge baked potato in the café, I wondered the grounds of the YSP. Almost all the Henry Moore’s had changed since I was last here.

As I wondered about looking at the sculptures, the sheep wandered about looking at me.

In the lower field, Sophie Ryder was exhibiting a collection of disturbing rabbit/women.

I loved a sound installation in a nearby gazebo where odd noises were generated as you sat down or shuffled on benches.

It’s a magical place. As you wander about, you stumble upon, not fields of daffodils, but fields of sculptures. Each step reveals something new, or a different angle, or a different feeling.