IN A SOFT sunny day in December, with the leaves still falling from the beech trees, I went for a walk with Jacob Lane through the hills and glades of Sharpham, where his magnificent granite and wood sculptures rise up from the land like beings from a timeless age.
Sharpham is an extraordinarily beautiful estate which the late Maurice Ash generously established as a Trust, and Jacob was given the freedom to create sculptures for the genius of the place and the spirit of the time. His work took him two years to complete, and he was drawn to celebrate an intuitive response to the natural world, ...
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