Henry Moore – now there was a man who knew about playing with scale . Inspired by a recent trip to the Tate Modern retrospective, I just had to see his muscular, sensual monoliths in the open air, as nature intended. Cue a trip to the great man’s Hertfordshire home and a day spent romping across fields where sheep stroll seemingly oblivious to the fact they’re pooing through the bronzes. Big is beautiful. Course you do need a fair sized garden to do them full justice…. – Neil, Dep ed

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