In my late teens/early twenties I spent a lot of time in the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. Wonderful place. The site of the making of many scenes from Women in Love. Great place for sculpture. Downside was that a late-night drunken stroll would have you giggling nervously about the fact you might just have knocked over a wannabe-Goldsworthy construction.
Whilst being Somewhere Else, I came across a scene that, as I flipped out the screen and made the shot, had me a) glancing nervously over my shoulder for a decades-ago long-retired park warden and b) worrying that I might be guilty of a similar crime to this.
But hey, serendipity strikes…











