A national treasure - The Yorkshire Sculpture Park

I like art. I'm no expert, but then again you don't need to be to appreciate something beautiful, inspirational or challenging, do you? I've spent many hours wandering the Tate, the National Portrait Gallery, the Louvre to name a few and all that art amidst such inspirational architecture is a moving experience.

Imagine if there were a place where you could experience such displays of inspiration, talent and genius in the most amazing gallery of all - nature itself. Well, in Yorkshire you can - at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

A friend had told me about it and kept encouraging me to go but I wasn't sure that my two small boys would be all that interested in wandering round a park with sculptures in it. I couldn't be more wrong.

In my naivety the word 'park' had not prepared me for the 500 acres where our boys could run wild. Playing 'Billy Goats Gruff' on the Haha bridge. Hugging rocket-shaped granite. Hiding in steel sculptures. Watching lambs frolic while old sheep seek shade under old oaks. Collecting leaves, acorns, sycamore helicopters and pine cones. Watching herons nesting. Banging gongs in the Jaume Plensa exhibition and trailing their hands along his windchime wall of words. Browsing the gift shop and glutting on gorgeous food.

It's a gem. If you've never been, you've got to go, and I hope this selection of photos I took there inspire you to visit!

One of the many Henry Moore sculptures at the YSP.

Two little boys eager to explore.

Giant rabbit and I mean 'giant'.

The 'Haha Bridge' or as my boys call it - 'The Troll Bridge'

Jaume Plensa's exhibition is on until 25th September.

These aren't sculptures.

Simply beautiful. And big.