The gallery is rightly famous for its contents, not least its collection of Barbara Hepworth’s work. But the sculptures are in danger of being overshadowed…
What a building!
I found my way to the gallery using TV satellite dishes and clouds. The final five minutes were easy, I just had to follow a certain creature. I couldn’t help noticing that those attending the gallery had a certain look, a creative shabby chic. This genteel migration led me to the front door.
The most beautiful map was actually formed by a blizzard of cherry blossom in a car park near the gallery. The blossom mapped the movements of cars, pedestrians and the wind. The southeasterly breeze was marshalling the petals up against any south-facing ridges.