Thanks to a recommendation from Jo at YHA Coverack we went on an adventure to find a sculpture park near the hostel and discovered something quite incredible.
The Welsh One and I had listened in that way that we do when someone is giving us directions. We smiled and nodded and hoped that each other was taking it in. This is where we tend to go wrong, get lost and need more directions; and that is exactly what happened when we couldn't find our way to the promised Sculpture Park. It didn't help that it wasn't sign posted, at all.
Luckily, we met some other guests staying at the YHA while out walking and apparently it was the look on the lady's face that convinced my Welsh One that we had to persevere.
Thanks to a second lot of directions and the park lying very close by, we found the path, next to a perfectly manicured front lawn of a bungalow. Continuing along the left-hand side of a caravan park we walked onwards through a little section of woodland, passed a field with an electronic fence and a second section of woodland.
By this stage I was sure we were on the wrong path, whereas my Welsh One was convinced we should carry on. At this, the wooded area suddenly gave way to meadow land. On the gate we found a sign that read as follows:
THE SCULPTURES IN THE SURROUNDING AREAS ARE BY
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK
PLEASE RESPECT THE SCULPTURES WHICH ARE EASILY DAMAGED AND DO NOT ALLOW OR ASSIST CHILDREN TO CLIMB ON THEM
Without knowing which way to go first we headed into the north field as the sun was beginning to disappear.
To the left and right of us stood sculptures surrounded by grasses and plants in pale greens and rust browns.
Created in concrete and steel, the sculptures were a mix of colours from white, black and rust to concrete grey.
The sculptures seemed in perfect harmony with their environment, matching the colours in nature.
As the low light of early evening shone through the trees the sculptures were lit with a light that cast long shadows. No indoor gallery could create a setting to rival this.
Despite their static nature and perhaps enhanced by this setting, the sculptures seemed full of life. The birds seemed ready for flight, the horse just about to flinch and the seated figure deep in thought.
The bottom meadow rolled down towards the sea and it was time for us to start heading back the way we had come.
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