We went on a lovely walk yesterday through the deer park at Ashton Court, and my goodness, those beasties have some fearsome antlers.
Sadly, I didn't take a camera, which was very foolish. So, instead, I thought I'd post some pics from another walk we went on a while ago with the Newlyweds, at the Forest of Dean Scultpure Trail.
Here we are at the start of the trail. That wooden structure behind us in the first sculpture - a sort of giant chair thing.
Note how excited I am about being in charge of the map. Mrs Newlywed is more enthusiastic about her orange squash... and Mr Newlywed looks rather peeved, but don't worry about him: he soon cheered up when he found out that we had slabs of cake in our pockets.
Here we are at another sculpture (vaguely gravestone-esqe thingies, meant to symbolise deforestation, if memory serves):
Mr and Mrs Newlywed are having a meaningful conversation about the sculpture. I'm still engrossed in the map.
Just like I am here...
... and also here...
Honestly, maybe it would have been better if the map had just been printed with the words, "look up, you silly bint!"
I think I got my nose out of it eventually; certainly for long enough to take piccies of this:
But I think my favourite sculpture was this one:
The artist had taken a dead tree, and cut it into lots of different-sized cubes, and reassembled it into one massive cube that stood on the spot where the tree once grew. Poetic, innit?
I like to think that if I hadn't spent all that time studying that map so scrupulously, we might never have found it. That's my story anyway, and I'm sticking to it :o)