Our World Tuesday Week 12 took me to the little town of Craven Arms, which calls itself the Gateway to the Shropshire Hills. The Secret Hills Discovery Centre takes you 4,500 million years back in time. There are exhibitions and displays and when you've had enough of lectures and a wonderful hot air balloon flight over the awe-inspiring Shropshire Hills in the company of our erstwhile Shropshire Hills neighbour, Pete Postlethwaite, you can refresh yourself with food and drink, all under the same grass-covered roof.
The outdoors isn't bad either; miles of wonderful meadows, hills and marshland, with a river running through, are yours for the price of a sturdy pair of boots and a walking stick. And if you have a dog to come with you, so much the better.
Nearest to the Discovery Centre is a large nature reserve and here artists are encouraged to display sculptures made from natural, mainly found, materials. The exhibits are left for nature to play with and if nature decides that their lifetime has come to a natural end, then so be it.
Two Fingers Up To Art?
No, a lot of fingers.
A wind harp?
I've heard it play. It clatters rather unmelodiously, but the sounds are interesting.
Better is the play of light and shadow on the wooden planks, as they move in
A fish head in the trees.
A whole tree of fishes.
A colourful arrangement of drum-like shapes.
Perhaps the birds play them when they come for the holly berries.
I don't know what the last two sculptures represent
but I recognise the dog.
This is one of nature's own sculptures:
I can see a toad with golden pond algae still clinging to him.
I think this rock will still be here when all the other
exhibits have long withered away.