A Tall Story

Sheffield is known for its creativity and in the 60s the University built the iconic Arts Tower, which is still the tallest academic building in the UK. I’d have loved to have gone to the top to look down but we joined the students in Weston gardens looking up.

It seems like Sheffield has a love of tall art, we came across this wall mural called “The Snog” by Pete McKee

The Snog

And even more impressive was the “Steelworker” by Paul Waplington. It uses 18 different types of brick 30000 in total and 5 different mortars.

The steelworker

Sheffield is rightly proud of its Steel industry although sadly it’s on its last legs now. Regardless of my political leanings I feel quite strongly about this, as I expect these sheffield women of steel would also.

The women of steel and friend.

But they do have some funny ideas of what we like to see in our public art. This is known as the spiders web bridge, crossing the River Don under one of the Wicker Arches

It’s actually a very clever suspension bridge that takes it’s inspiration from nature and the cables are attached to the sides of the old brick archway

Walk across if you dare

I made if safely across in both directions so I could go and explore some more.

Byebye Brayford

Brayford pools has been home for a week. We’ve felt safe, secure and well entertained. In fact being in Lincolnshire has felt like a holiday. Our cruising has felt more about the place and people than the waterway and we’ve thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. There’s a lot of Lincoln still to be explored so I’m sure we’ll be back, but during that last week I found some quirky art work

and interesting things to look at.This was what caught my eye each time we left the marina and walked into town. And of course being a posh waterfront the Brayford had a modern tall hotel on its doorstep with a cocktail bar at the top. which I had to visit, if only to snap a photo from the lofty heights. The Brayford water chimes  were a fun modern feature, and if the wind was in the right direction we could hear a pretty tinkling chime each hour from our mooring. I climbed up to the multistory car park to see it from this angle. On our last day in Lincoln, Eric’s brother Andrew and his wife Anne came to join us as we cruised back to Saxilby. We took a detour through the glory hole and back though I’m not sure I can answer the Bridges question.