The Sculpture Park, Churt

I was going to write a thoughtful, in-depth post provoked by some recent reading about Christianity and narrative, but it's too late, so here are some nice pictures from our day out on Monday to the Sculpture Park at Churt. This is a ten-acre open-air art gallery which contains upwards of 900 artworks, all of which are for sale, though you'd have to find in excess of £120K down the back of the sofa for the driftwood dragon atop a stone temple. On a beautiful Bank Holiday there were lots of people about also not buying art. The park is skilfully arranged around a series of pools, with serpentine paths linked by steps snaking through the woods, and towering pines providing the perfectly contrasting natural backdrop to the sculptures. There are two set-pieces: one, a Gothic ruin folly provided by Redwood Stone perched above some cascades and rivulets, and the other The Mineshaft, a strange stone block under the trees into which you enter beneath a curtain of beads and then follow a labyrinth into the pitch dark, feeling your way with your left hand and instinctively taking very little steps until the light re-emerges. There was no point photographing that.