A dear old friend, Finola, told me about Ironbridge a long while back now. It slipped my mind to ever go there, but by chance, I found myself there on this last rainy and overcast weekend. While looking around at the tourist cafes and gastropubs, I wondered what the attraction of the place was. But on the route out of town, I followed the one tourist sign that had been drawing me in afternoon, the [Museum of Steel Sculpture]. The museum was firmly closed, but the gardens and woodlands where these eighty outdoor steel sculptures live among meadows and woodlands was not only open, but in the persist drizzle, totally devoid of visitors. A wonderful place. Thanks Fi.