I wouldn’t like to hazard a guess if these sheep are eating turnips, swedes or something completely different, as the more I tried to work it out the more confused I became.
I rather like the unexpected, delicate pinkness that’s going on here.
Excuse the focus on this one, I should have looked closer at what I’d got before driving on.
I was on my way to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, to see the Angie Lewin exhibition. An artist that taps into my childhood love of a nature table, actually, something I’ve never grown out of, I’ve a bowl of cones, shells and feathers, on my desk as I write…
I thoroughly enjoyed myself and did a blast of Christmas shopping in gift shop to boot. Winner.