We went to Fulham Palace this morning. As well as a restaurant, coffee shop and BBQ marquee, and currently a bit of earthwork, they have there a sculpture trail by Peter Logan.
Peter Logan sculpture, originally uploaded by Kong_.
Peter Logan sculpture, originally uploaded by Kong_.
I think it was only meant to be there for a year. The sculptures are mounted on stumps amongst the wreckage of a hurricane gone by but, on the face of it, bits of ladders and stuff welded together aren't the most exciting thing. And the photo doesn't do it any favours. But there's something beautiful in their silent and frictionless motion, twirling in the whispering wind.
We had a coffee with all the other parents, and Leo stole someone else's ball, chased a frisbee, put three cups in the bin, climbed a wreckless rose frame, and twice took our hands to lead us across the lawn for a look through the gate into a secret garden.
We had a coffee with all the other parents, and Leo stole someone else's ball, chased a frisbee, put three cups in the bin, climbed a wreckless rose frame, and twice took our hands to lead us across the lawn for a look through the gate into a secret garden.
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