Mama in Ol' Blighty...
It was sometime ago now, try October 07, that Mum visited the chalk farm massive. We had alot of fun, and crammed much into the short 2 weeks.

Here she is alongside chalk farms' most noted piece of stencil work... 'maid' by the infamous banksy.

We went over to Greenwich on a wild and woolly day, to explore the sites. This is a royal dining hall with some amazing murals/frescos.

I thought we were alone in the hall, but if you look closely, halfway along the railing, you can see a ghostly image looking directly at me.... spooky.

We hit the road north with the Yorkshire Dales our destination. York itself is a beautiful little town. It's cathedral, one of the finest in the country. You can just make out Mezzys' red jacket in the arch underneath the enormous pipe organ.

Some seriously aged stained glass is on display. Photos never do it justice, but it's beautiful none-the-less.

One of the intricate antique tapestries that adorn the alters.

Into the Yorkshire Dales we drove... the weather wasn't kind, but it's a serene place. These are some of the rock formations you can find around Malham Cove.

I have a bit of an obsession with aqua/viaducts. This is the impressive Ribblehead Viaduct. I could have spent hours wandering around admiring the construct. But it was windy, and cold.

On my advice we took a backroute through the winding tracks of the dales. It's a drive I don't think any of us are likely to forget in a hurry... although Mez might have.

If you ever wondered where they went for their holidays..... look no further.

Leeds is a bustling city. I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't expecting much, but it's a great place. Well worth a visit if you're ever up that way.

This was one of many incredible mosaics in a shopping arcade, downtown Leeds.

And an interesting mural, not far from the night district.

The roof of the old Corn Exchange. Leeds seems to have an abundance of shopping centres, but this one takes the cake. Not for it's shops, just it's design.

The main reason for our sojourn to the north, was to visit Yorkshire Sculpture Park. After four days of wind and chill the sun finally broke through just as we arrived. Exquisite timing.

This is Andy Goldsworthy's work. Amazing stuff really.

Not sure about this, could be more goldsworthy.... Mum n' Mez certainly approved.

More goldsworthy... a barbwire ball.

Where's Mezzy???? The grounds around the park are immaculate. Scattered between the trees and fields are little, or sometimes very large, sculptural gems.

Mezzy doing her impression of a Henry Moore.

Another fine example of Moore's work. If you're into art and nature, this place is a must.

Some of the rich contours this part of the world has to offer.

I believe thats part of an arts university across the lake. Nice place to study the early autumn landscape.

We took a breather at this steel sculpture, atop one of the highest points of the park. I would advise that anyone taking on the circuit should take some water, and perhaps a little snack.

The late afternoon light was delicious. But there was no time to stop and enjoy it. Theres so much to see.

An interesting piece. A bronze hare and anvil.... where do you pull an idea like that from??? And how does one go about sculpting such a massive blob of metal???

I didn't expect to see the Tardis here... but the doctor was nowhere to be seen. I did manage to hook up with his pretty apprentice though, and entice her back to London. ;)