Hanging trees, leaning viewers

Made it down to Leeds the previous night, and we'd all got together in the hotel bar to enjoy a few drinks. And then a few drinks more. 

It was a beautiful day to visit the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, and we walked around the grounds stumbling upon bits of art as we went (in the case of the bronze roots embedded in the ground, almost literally).

Particularly liked the big head by the same artist who made the one we saw in Bordeaux.

In the evening there was a feast at a nearby Italian restaurant, followed by a drink back at the hotel. Or maybe two.