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<> <div class="head1">Four Seasons In One Day</div> An interactive exhibition curated by members of the community. <div class="head2">[[Begin|audiocheck]] [[About|about]] [[Storyboards|background]] [[Credits|credits]] </div> <img src ="images/acelogo.jpg" alt="Arts Council England Logo" height="100"> <img src ="images/afablogo.png" alt="Action For Autism Barnsley" height="100"> <img src ="images/bmlogo2.jpg" alt="Barnsley Museums Logo" height="100"> <>

<> <<cacheaudio "spring" "audio/spring.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "summer" "audio/summer.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "autumn" "audio/autumn.mp3">> <<cacheaudio "winter" "audio/winter.mp3">> <<set $playaudio to true>> <>

<> <div class="center"> Initial text <a href ="https://artuk.org/discover/artworks/a-river-scene-68951" target="_blank"><img src="https://d3d00swyhr67nd.cloudfront.net/w1200h1200/collection/SYO/CG/SYO_CG_CP_TR_157-001.jpg" alt="Painting of a river scene on a sunny day" width="500"></a> A River Scene, Lucas van Uden, The Cooper Gallery Choice 1 Choice 2 Choice 3 </div> <>

<> <<if $playaudio is true>> <<audio "spring" loop play volume 0.5>> <</if>> <div class="head1">Chapter One</div> <div class="head2">[[Morning / Spring|spring1]]</div> <>

<> <div class="head1">About the Exhibition</div> The 'Four Seasons in One Day' exhibition was developed by the AfAB (Action for Autism Barnsley) group at Barnsley Museums. Members of the group selected and categorised the objects and images for each 'season', and produced storyboards and creative writing pieces to go along with them (you can take a look at these [[here|background]]). The interactive piece was inspired by their work, and group members gave feedback and recommendations on the finished version. AfAB are continuing to work on the project to create a physical exhibition of some of these artworks at the Cooper Gallery, Barnsley in 2024. Here's what some of the AfAB members had to say about the group, in their own words: "Helps people on the spectrum. A safe space to grow." "Meet people, mix with like-minded people, feel safe, can be yourself." "Go on your own adventure with AfAB." <div class="head2">[[Return|launch]]</div> <>

<> You stir from sleep, tugged out of your fading dreams and into a new day. What has woken you? [[The ringing of an alarm.|spring1.1]] [[The sound of birdsong.|spring1.2]] [[Someone calling my name.|spring1.3]] [[Voices from outside.|spring1.4]] <>

<> The shrill, jangling sound of the alarm jars you rudely awake, tempered by the welcome scent of steeping tea. <img src="images/spring11.jpg" alt="A 1960s teasmade machine with alarm clock" width="400"> 1960s Goblin Teasmade, Barnsley Museums You rise, and look out of the window. What do you see? [[A distant cathedral tower.|spring2.1]] [[Morning walkers in the park.|spring2.2]] [[Lush green trees.|spring2.3]] [[Laundry flapping in the breeze.|spring2.4]] [[People hurrying to work.|spring2.5]] <>

<> Fluting song from the trees outside, easing you gently to wakefulness. A sparrow alights on your windowsill, lets out a high trill, then takes once more to the sky. <img src="images/spring12.jpg" alt="A glass sculpture of a small bird." width="500"> Bird, Rene Lalique, Cannon Hall You rise, and look out of the window. What do you see? [[A distant cathedral tower.|spring2.1]] [[Morning walkers in the park.|spring2.2]] [[Lush green trees.|spring2.3]] [[Laundry flapping in the breeze.|spring2.4]] [[People hurrying to work.|spring2.5]] <>

<> The familiar syllables of your own name coax you from sleep. Calling you to come down, to eat, to begin the day. <img src="images/spring13.jpg" alt="A painting of a woman holding a basket standing on a grassy hill with stone buildings behind her" width="300"> The Call to Breakfast, Sallustro Fornara, The Cooper Gallery You rise, and look out of the window. What do you see? [[A distant cathedral tower.|spring2.1]] [[Morning walkers in the park.|spring2.2]] [[Lush green trees.|spring2.3]] [[Laundry flapping in the breeze.|spring2.4]] [[People hurrying to work.|spring2.5]] <>

<> Others are already awake; they begin the business of their day, speaking in raised voices to be heard above the sizzling of a hot pan, the creak of a wagon wheel. <img src="images/spring14.jpg" alt="A group of people on a campsite getting ready for the day. They are preparing breakfast, yawning, plaiting their hair. In the background are several covered wagons." width="550"> Early Morning in a Gypsy Camp, Laura Knight, York Art Gallery You rise, and look out of the window. What do you see? [[A distant cathedral tower.|spring2.1]] [[Morning walkers in the park.|spring2.2]] [[Lush green trees.|spring2.3]] [[Laundry flapping in the breeze.|spring2.4]] [[People hurrying to work.|spring2.5]] <>

<> INITIAL TEXT <a href ="LINK URL" target="_blank"><img src="IMAGE URL" alt="ALT TEXT" width="500"></a> IMAGE ATTRIBUTION Prompt text? Choice 1 Choice 2 Choice 3 <>

<> The bells begin to chime for the new day, ringing out across the park. The whisper of wind through the leaves forms a harmony of sorts. Two walkers pause in their tracks for a moment, faces turned towards the music. <img src="images/spring21.jpg" alt="A pen and watercolour drawing of a landscape filled with trees. Two small figures stand in the foreground and a cathedral is visible in the background." width="500"> Tiverton, Francis Towne, Cooper Gallery It's time to get up. What is your first task of the morning? [[I brush and dress my hair.|spring3.1]] [[I take care of the animals.|spring3.2]] [[I make my bed.|spring3.3]] <>

<> A clear stream babbles through the park's verdant shade, soft ferns and mosses clinging to its banks. Shafts of sunlight push through to kiss the ground below. The walkers bow their heads together, heedless of the soft mud that stains their shoes. <img src="images/spring22.jpg" alt="A painting showing a forest scene. There is a path running through the middle of the trees and a stream on one side." width="500"> Spring Morning in the Park, John Berney Ladbrooke, The Cooper Gallery It's time to get up. What is your first task of the morning? [[I brush and dress my hair.|spring3.1]] [[I take care of the animals.|spring3.2]] [[I make my bed.|spring3.3]] <>

<> A corridor of trees cuts through the wood. They stand tall and silent as sentries, overlooking their green kingdom. Morning mist clings to the carpet of leaves. There is a perfect quiet here, as the forest begins to wake. <img src="images/spring23.jpg" alt="A photograph of a green-hued forest landscape." width="500"> Litter Picking, Istvan Malik, Barnsley Art on Loan It's time to get up. What is your first task of the morning? [[I brush and dress my hair.|spring3.1]] [[I take care of the animals.|spring3.2]] [[I make my bed.|spring3.3]] <>

<> You pull the brush through your hair, freeing stubborn tangles, the bristles skimming your scalp. Clever fingers braid the strands, twist and pin them into place. <img src="images/spring31.jpg" alt="A painting of a young girl. We are looking at the back of her head, where her blonde hair has been plaited and pinned up. She wears a white dress and a string of red beads." width="400"> Sketch of One of the Artist's Daughters, After Peter Paul Rubens, Cannon Hall Museum Your morning chores have left you with an appetite. What would you like for breakfast? [[A quick and easy meal.|spring4.1]] [[Anything, if I can eat with my family.|spring4.2]] [[I'd like a simple, classic dish.|spring4.3]] [[Something hot will set me up for the day.|spring4.4]] <>

<> There are others that must be tended to before yourself. Your shadow trots at your heels as you see to their needs, bleating out a 'thank you' as an afterthought. <img src="images/spring32.jpg" alt="A painting of a young woman in a golden dress walking through the woods. She carries a basket of flowers in one arm and is leading a lamb with the other." width="400"> Girl with a Lamb, Henri Charles Antoine Baron, The Cooper Gallery Your morning chores have left you with an appetite. What would you like for breakfast? [[A quick and easy meal.|spring4.1]] [[Anything, if I can eat with my family.|spring4.2]] [[I'd like a simple, classic dish.|spring4.3]] [[Something hot will set me up for the day.|spring4.4]] <>

<> You shake out duvets and smooth down sheets, plump pillows and tuck corners. All is left neat and tidy, ready to welcome you back at the end of the day. <img src="images/spring33.jpg" alt="A painting of four women in a bedroom. Two of the women are making a bed, while the others talk at the top of the stairs." width="500"> Any Morning, Margaret Barker, Tate Your morning chores have left you with an appetite. What would you like for breakfast? [[A quick and easy meal.|spring4.1]] [[Anything, if I can eat with my family.|spring4.2]] [[I'd like a simple, classic dish.|spring4.3]] [[Something hot will set me up for the day.|spring4.4]] <>

<> There's a ritual to the preparation, simple as it is. The crinkling of wrappers, the chime of spoon against bowl. Milk and sugar, softening and sweetening. Just the way you like it. <img src="images/spring411.jpg" alt="A Weetabix box. Text on the box reads 'Weetabix, more than a breakfast food, serve with milk hot or cold." width="500"> <img src="images/spring412.jpg" alt="An illustration of a box of Weetabix sitting beside a bowl containing two Weetabix biscuits and milk. A silver spoon is next to the bowl." width="500"> Weetabix Tin Designs, Barnsley Archives You're well fed, and the rest of the morning is your own. How do you spend these precious hours? [[Walking in nature.|spring5.1]] [[Reading a good book.|spring5.2]] [[Tending to the garden.|spring5.3]] [[Picking flowers.|spring5.4]] <>

<> You like to share this meal. Each person helps themselves from the table, tearing pastries and pouring chocolate, talking over bowls of sweet porridge. The company nourishes you as much as the food. <img src="images/spring421.jpg" alt="A painting of a woman and a young girl dressed in fashionable eighteenth century clothing. They are sitting at the breakfast table, where the girl is dipping a biscuit into her hot chocolate." width="500"> The Lavergne Family Breakfast, Jean-Étienne Liotard, The National Gallery <img src="images/spring422.jpg" alt="An oil painting of a young girl in a red dress. She is sitting at a table and is holding a spoon. There is a bowl of food in front of her." width="450"> Ann at Breakfast, Thomas James Carr, The Mercer Gallery You're well fed, and the rest of the morning is your own. How do you spend these precious hours? [[Walking in nature.|spring5.1]] [[Reading a good book.|spring5.2]] [[Tending to the garden.|spring5.3]] [[Picking flowers.|spring5.4]] <>

<> Sometimes you need something straightforward, uncomplicated. The gleam of butter melting into hot toast, golden yolk spilling from a speckled egg, wisps of steam rising from terracota-coloured tea. <img src="images/spring431.jpg" alt="A still life painting of a number of breakfast items, including a glass of orange juice, a cup of tea, and some slices of toast. They are laid out on a white cloth." width="500"> Surfacing, Saul Robertson, Glasgow Museums Resource Centre <img src="images/spring432.jpg" alt="A photograph of a white eggcup holding an egg made from metal." width="400"> A Somewhat Peculiar Breakfast, Herbert Distel, Arts Council Collection You're well fed, and the rest of the morning is your own. How do you spend these precious hours? [[Walking in nature.|spring5.1]] [[Reading a good book.|spring5.2]] [[Tending to the garden.|spring5.3]] [[Picking flowers.|spring5.4]] <>

<> Breakfast is, they say, the most important meal of the day, so why not make the most of it? Your plate heaves with sizzling bacon, sun-yellow eggs, plump tomatoes charred in fat. A perfect start to the morning. <img src="images/spring441.jpg" alt="A painting showing a train carriage. In the background two people are sitting and drinking coffee. In the foreground there is a table set with a full English breakfast. You can see the beach out of the train window." width="400"> Interior of Restaurant Car with Diners Looking out over Beach, Val Archer, National Railway Museum <img src="images/spring442.jpg" alt="A painting of a moustachioed man in a suit sitting at a cafe table. There is a plate of chips and beans in front of him, and he is eating a packet of crisps. A hand in the foreground holds a packet of cigarettes." width="400"> A Preference for Crisps, Bob Robinson, Arts Council Collection You're well fed, and the rest of the morning is your own. How do you spend these precious hours? [[Walking in nature.|spring5.1]] [[Reading a good book.|spring5.2]] [[Tending to the garden.|spring5.3]] [[Picking flowers.|spring5.4]] <>

<> You make your slow way through the woods, pausing occasionally to look more closely; the white star of a wood anemone, the dusty wings of a butterfly, the twitch of a squirrel's tail. Tangled twigs cup eggs the colour of the sky, awaiting the robin's return. <img src="images/spring51.jpg" alt="A painting of a bird's nest on the ground. There are three pale blue eggs inside." width="500"> Still Life, Benjamin Hold, Cannon Hall Museum [[Almost as soon as it began, the morning comes to a close.|springend]] <>

<> You go in search of a quiet place, where nobody will disturb you. There you rest, book in your lap, and fall once more into the world it paints around you. Each rustle of a turned page seems impossibly loud. <img src="images/spring52.jpg" alt="A painting of the interior of a church. A woman is sitting down and reading a book. A mop and bucket sit abandoned at the side of the room." width="400"> A Church Interior with a Woman Reading, Samuel Dukinfield Swarbreck, The Cooper Gallery [[Almost as soon as it began, the morning comes to a close.|springend]] <>

<> It is the time of year for tending growing things. You press seeds into their velvet beds, watch with pride as tender shoots unfurl towards the sun. Petals unfurl and roots drink in water. You end your labours satisfied, with crescents of clean earth beneath your nails. <img src="images/spring53.jpg" alt="A slightly abstract painting of a man working in an allotment. Crows fly overhead." width="450"> May Day, Clare Curtis, Barnsley Art on Loan [[Almost as soon as it began, the morning comes to a close.|springend]] <>

<> You select bright blooms from the hedgerows, butter-yellow and gently nodding. A handful you take home, trimming their stems and arranging them in water, setting them in a shaft of morning sunlight. <img src="images/spring54.jpg" alt="A painting of daffodils arranged in a Muttall's Mintoes tin" width="450"> Daffies and Mintoes, Lisa Stubbs, Barnsley Art on Loan [[Almost as soon as it began, the morning comes to a close.|springend]] <>

<> The day grows warmer. Plants and flowers burst to life, welcoming the new heat. The scent of cut grass, sharp and vegetal, fills the air. <div class="head2">[[In the sky above, the sun reaches its highest point.|summertitle]]</div> <>

<> <<if $playaudio is true>> <<audio "spring" stop>> <<audio "summer" loop play volume 0.6>> <</if>> <div class="head1">Chapter Two</div> <div class="head2">[[Noon / Summer|summer1]]</div> <>

<> It is the brightest part of the day, and full of promise. Where do you want to go? [[To the town.|summer1.1]] [[To the country.|summer1.2]] [[To the beach.|summer1.3]] <>

<> You head for the heart of the town, busy and bustling at this hour. The streets thronged with people who, like you, have come out to enjoy the fine weather. <img src="images/summer11.jpg" alt="A watercolour and pencil sketch of a town on a hill. The buildings are white with orange roofs." width="500"> A View of Old Bregenz, Austria, Joseph Mallord William Turner, The Cooper Gallery You walk for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of the town. What catches your eye? [[A pretty house on a street corner.|summer1.1.1]] [[Sunlight glinting off the canal.|summer1.1.2]] [[The pale dome of a building.|summer1.1.3]] [[A woman selling flowers.|summer1.1.4]] <>

<> The day is hot now, and you seek sanctuary in nature. The carpet of grass is soft and cool, the trees providing welcome spots of shade. <img src="images/summer12.jpg" alt="A watercolour and ink painting showing thick trees. There are houses to the left of the painting and a hill in the background." width="500"> Bainbridge, Roland V. Pitchforth, The Cooper Gallery You walk for a while, enjoying the sun-dappled landscape. What view pleases you the most? [[A swathe of farmland.|summer1.2.1]] [[A charming garden.|summer1.2.2]] [[A sprawl of allotments.|summer1.2.3]] <>

<> There seems no better place to be than at the coast, where the breeze off the sea cools the air and sand crunches beneath your feet. <img src="images/summer13.jpg" alt="A painting of a busy beach scene with several buildings in the distance." width="500"> July, the Seaside, Laurence Stephen Lowry, Arts Council Collection The beach offers a wealth of ways to pass the time. Which one do you choose? [[Sunbathing.|summer1.3.1]] [[Fishing.|summer1.3.2]] [[Rockpooling.|summer1.3.3]] <>

<> The terraces have a patchwork look to them, and buddleia grows wild in the small front garden. For all of its untidiness, the street has a certain charm. You pass a man on the pavement, his stick resting across his shoulder, and share a greeting with him. <img src="images/summer111.jpg" alt="A pencil drawing of a street corner. There is a lamp on the pavement and a man walking off to the left." width="350"> House and Garden, St. George's Square, London, John Currie, The Cooper Gallery Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> The canal winds its way through the town, snaking between high walls and under low bridges. Boats send ripples across the water's surface, fracturing the sunlight into shards. You wave as you pass them. <img src="images/summer112.jpg" alt="A painting of a canal in Venice. There are buildings on either side and a gondola on the water." width="350"> A Canal Scene, Venice, Rubens Santoro, The Cooper Gallery Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> The great dome gleams in the sunlight, rising high above the buildings around it. There are patterns carved into the stone, grand flourishes on an building that already impresses. <img src="images/summer113.jpg" alt="A watercolour painting of a pale domed building with a wall set with arches in front of it." width="500"> The Radcliffe Camera, Oxford, Betty Sadlier, The Cooper Gallery Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> The patchwork fields are a perfect pastoral today, dotted with neat mounds of hay that dry golden in the summer's heat. You follow the bordering footpath, pausing to rest a moment in the shade of a willow tree. <img src="images/summer121.jpg" alt="A painting of a farmland scene with willow trees in the foreground. A farmer stands by a fence next to a field full of hay bales." width="500"> Landscape of Cawthorne Village, South Yorkshire, Benjamin Hold, Cannon Hall Museum Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> You pause to watch a woman tend the rich, red earth of her garden, where trailing plants wind up sturdy canes and bushes sag heavy with fruit. She stops in her work for a moment, leaning her weight against her rake as she mops the sweat from her brow. <img src="images/summer122.jpg" alt="An oil painting of a woman working in a garden. There is a house and trees in the background." width="500"> The Garden, Rodrigo Moynihan, Arts Council Collection Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> Each square of land is a little different from the last, speaking to the whims of the one who tends it. Here, a tumbledown shed; here, tidy lines of seed trays; here, the remains of a barbecue. Dandelions flourish in the spaces between. <img src="images/summer123.jpg" alt="A textile piece depicting allotments." width="500"> Allotments, Janet Browne Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> The day is warm, and you stretch out like a cat in the sunshine. From your spot on the sand you watch families playing in the surf, couples sharing blankets, children crowing for ice cream. <img src="images/summer131.jpg" alt="A painting of a beach scene. There are people walking along the shoreline and boats on the water. In the foreground, a man and a woman relax under a parasol." width="500"> Beach Scene, Edgar Degas, The National Gallery Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> Seagulls circle overhead as you draw in your nets, letting out jealous cries. The woven nets come up heavy with the sea's bounty, dozens of silver-scaled bodies glinting in the sunlight. <img src="images/summer132.jpg" alt="A painting of a group of young men hanging fishing nets by the sea. Seagulls fly above them and a dog is curled up in the foreground." width="500"> Paul, Michael, Stephen and Tim in Summer, Laetitia Yhap, Arts Council Collection Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> You clamber carefully across the seaweed-slick rocks, net in hand, searching for treasures. Limpets cling tightly to the stone, waiting for high tide. One pool reveals a small crab, gesturing indignantly with tiny claws. <img src="images/summer133.jpg" alt="A textile piece depicting three children playing in a rock pool." width="500"> Rock Pooling, Lisa Stubbs, Barnsley Art on Loan Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> The water is delightfully cool, splitting the sunlight into patterns that shimmer across the tiles. Wet footprints cross the poolside, the mingled smells of chlorine and suncream evoking childhood summers. <img src="images/summer21.jpg" alt="A painting of a crowded swimming pool with a diving board and a water slide." width="500"> Summer, Miguel Mackinlay, Bushey Museum and Art Gallery You've been busy today, and you're growing hungry. How do you refresh yourself? [[With a picnic in the country.|summer3.1]] [[With a glass of wine.|summer3.2]] [[With something sweet.|summer3.3]] <>

<> You love the hard, hollow sound that the ball makes each time it ricochets off the strings of your racket, the way it soars in a perfect arc over the net. Squeak of rubber on artificial grass, clear voice of the umpire calling score. <img src="images/summer22.jpg" alt="A painting of people playing tennis. There is a stand with spectators in the background." width="500"> Doubles, Margaret Baird, Glasgow Museums Resource Centre You've been busy today, and you're growing hungry. How do you refresh yourself? [[With a picnic in the country.|summer3.1]] [[With a glass of wine.|summer3.2]] [[With something sweet.|summer3.3]] <>

<> The uniforms of the players contrast brightly against the just-cut grass, perfect white on perfect green. Onlookers lounge in the shade, half-watching, while you tear a wide circle around the pitch. <img src="images/summer23.jpg" alt="An impressionist painting of a cricket match. There are shady trees in the foreground." width="500"> The Cricket Match, Spencer Gore, The Hepworth You've been busy today, and you're growing hungry. How do you refresh yourself? [[With a picnic in the country.|summer3.1]] [[With a glass of wine.|summer3.2]] [[With something sweet.|summer3.3]] <>

<> This is no weather for exertion. You install yourself in a low deckchair, allowing your eyes to fall closed as you bask in the sun's remaining warmth. The light filters through your eyelids in firework patterns of pink and orange. <img src="images/summer24.jpg" alt="A painting of a woman in a striped dress sitting on a deckchair and wearing a huge sombrero." width="350"> The Sombrerol Margaret Gilbert, Robert Gordon University You've been busy today, and you're growing hungry. How do you refresh yourself? [[With a picnic in the country.|summer3.1]] [[With a glass of wine.|summer3.2]] [[With something sweet.|summer3.3]] <>

<> You find the perfect spot for your blanket, then lay out a feast fit for a king. Loaves of fresh bread and lattice-topped pies, ripe apples and fruit studded cakes, cool water to quench your thirst. Insects buzz lazily among the nearby flowers. <img src="images/summer31.jpg" alt="A painting of a summer field bordered by trees. In the foreground a woman is sitting on a picinic blanket with lots of food laid out in front of her." width="400"> Harvest Tea, Mary Martin, National Trust, Cotehele [[The sun sinks lower in the sky.|summerend]] <>

<> You find a perfect place to sit, a shady bower in the middle of a lush garden. The wine that you pour is rich and dark, with just a hint of spice. You drink it slowly, savouring each sip. <img src="images/summer32.jpg" alt="A painting of the inside of a shady gazebo in a leafy garden. There is a table covered in a white cloth in the middle, and two glasses of wine in the foreground." width="400"> Wineglasses, John Singer Sargent, The National Gallery [[The sun sinks lower in the sky.|summerend]] <>

<> A slice of something cool and soft is perfect in this heat. Berries burst against your tongue, sugar balancing out their sharpness. You pour rich cream into the bowl, revelling in the indulgence. <img src="images/summer33.jpg" alt="A painting of a table laid with a summer pudding, a bottle of dessert wine and several vases of flowers. In the background you can see a pier and boats on the sea." width="500"> Summer Pudding, Jenny Muncaster, Southampton NHS [[The sun sinks lower in the sky.|summerend]] <>

<> Your neighbours' gardens are beginning to bloom, the first growth of the new season pushing up through the rich soil. Washing lines sag with the weight of damp clothing, some sleeves skimming the earth. <img src="images/spring24.jpg" alt="An oil painting of gardens and houses with laundry hanging outside." width="500"> Monday Morning, Alfred Henry Robinson Thornton, Manchester Art Gallery It's time to get up. What is your first task of the morning? [[I brush and dress my hair.|spring3.1]] [[I take care of the animals.|spring3.2]] [[I make my bed.|spring3.3]] <>

<> The factories are early risers, yawning smoke into the overcast sky. Already the street is thronged with bodies, all following the current towards the gates; talking, jostling, bleary-eyed and shuffling, reluctantly stumbling towards the day. <img src="images/spring25.jpg" alt="A painting of people walking along a road towards a factory. The factories have chimneys which are giving off smoke." width="300"> Monday Morning, Laurence Stephen Lowry, Rugby Art Gallery & Museum It's time to get up. What is your first task of the morning? [[I brush and dress my hair.|spring3.1]] [[I take care of the animals.|spring3.2]] [[I make my bed.|spring3.3]] <>

<> The leaves turn from green to gold. The heat calms, the air cools. New life flourishes in the damp undergrowth. <div class="head2">[[The second half of the day begins.|autumntitle]]</div> <>

<> <<if $playaudio is true>> <<audio "summer" stop>> <<audio "autumn" loop play volume 1.1>> <</if>> <div class="head1">Chapter Three</div> <div class="head2">[[Afternoon / Autumn|autumn1]]</div> <>

<> The landscape around you is changing by degrees. You decide to go for a walk, to take in the shifting sights. What do you see around you? [[A cluster of storm clouds.|autumn1.1]] [[A flock of sheep.|autumn1.2]] [[A carpet of forest leaves.|autumn1.3]] [[A bustling city street.|autumn1.4]] <>

<> Though the sinking sun still bathes the land in its light, bruise-coloured clouds are gathering overhead. They hang heavy in the sky, casting shadows, threatening rain. <img src="images/autumn11.jpg" alt="A painting of a country scene with a large tree in the foreground. There are stormclouds in the distance." width="500"> A Passing Storm, John Berney Ladbrooke, The Cooper Gallery You spot something on your journey that stands out to you. What is it? [[A mushroom.|autumn2.1]] [[A tree.|autumn2.2]] [[An animal.|autumn2.3]] [[A fruit.|autumn2.4]] <>

<> You step aside to allow the shepherd to usher his charges past you. They trot in a steady stream towards an open gate, the changing light turning their wool to spun gold. <img src="images/autumn12.jpg" alt="A painting showing a shepherd herding sheep up a path on an autumn day." width="500"> Evening Gleams, James Smetham, The Cooper Gallery You spot something on your journey that stands out to you. What is it? [[A mushroom.|autumn2.1]] [[A tree.|autumn2.2]] [[An animal.|autumn2.3]] [[A fruit.|autumn2.4]] <>

<> Though the sky has darkened to grey, the trees are ablaze with colour. Rich reds and deep oranges, they sprout like flames from the gnarled branches. Some have fallen from the grass below, to fade and become one with the earth. <img src="images/autumn13.jpg" alt="A photograph of an autumn tree in shades of red and orange." width="500"> Full Autumn Colours, Mark Slater, Barnsley Art on Loan You spot something on your journey that stands out to you. What is it? [[A mushroom.|autumn2.1]] [[A tree.|autumn2.2]] [[An animal.|autumn2.3]] [[A fruit.|autumn2.4]] <>

<> The trees that line the street have shed their leaves, and the people hurrying down the pavements pull their coats close against a creeping chill. Cars creep down the road, carrying their occupants homewards. <img src="images/autumn14.jpg" alt="A painting of a city street with tall buildings on either side. It is busy with cars and people and there are bare trees lining the pavements." width="400"> Foggy Afternoon, Boulevard St Michel, Paris, Tom W. van Oss, Manchester Art Gallery You spot something on your journey that stands out to you. What is it? [[A mushroom.|autumn2.1]] [[A tree.|autumn2.2]] [[An animal.|autumn2.3]] [[A fruit.|autumn2.4]] <>

<> Fly agaric is growing here, looking like a fairy toadstool with its red cap and white spots. Nestled in the leaf litter, there is something magical about the brightness of it. <img src="images/autumn21.jpg" alt="A blue ceramic jug illustrated with toadstools." width="350"> Claremont Toadstool, William Moorcroft, Cannon Hall You still have some hours of light left. How do you spend them? [[Walking around the city farm.|autumn3.1]] [[Having a drink at the pub.|autumn3.2]] [[Picking up something for dinner.|autumn3.3]] <>

<> The horse chestnut trees are at their most beautiful now. The broad, flat leaves are burnished in shades of copper, and the ground beneath the canopy is littered with the prickly beds of conkers. <img src="images/autumn22.jpg" alt="A black ceramic vase illustrated with horse chestnut leaves" width="350"> Walter Moorcroft, Cannon Hall You still have some hours of light left. How do you spend them? [[Walking around the city farm.|autumn3.1]] [[Having a drink at the pub.|autumn3.2]] [[Picking up something for dinner.|autumn3.3]] <>

<> The fox is a flash of orange in the corner of your eye, padding silently into view from behind a tree. She snuffs the air, raising her proud head for a moment, then melts into the shadows once more. <img src="images/autumn23.jpg" alt="A pottery model of a fox, sitting with its tail curled around its legs." width="500"> Fox, Roah Schorr, Cannon Hall You still have some hours of light left. How do you spend them? [[Walking around the city farm.|autumn3.1]] [[Having a drink at the pub.|autumn3.2]] [[Picking up something for dinner.|autumn3.3]] <>

<> The last harvest is a generous one. Clustered grapes hanging from vines, trees heavy with glossy red apples, ripe papayas spilling black seeds. You help yourself, tasting the year's final sweetness. <img src="images/autumn241.jpg" alt="A ceramic pot depicting a variety of fruits in orange, purple and pink colours." width="500"> <img src="images/autumn242.jpg" alt="A brown vase with a long neck, illustrated with fruit and leaves hanging from a tree branch" width="350"> Moorcroft Pottery, Cannon Hall You still have some hours of light left. How do you spend them? [[Walking around the city farm.|autumn3.1]] [[Having a drink at the pub.|autumn3.2]] [[Picking up something for dinner.|autumn3.3]] <>

<> They're starting to close up for the day. The chickens are ushered safely back into their coops, where they huddle together for warmth and comfort. The abundance of vegetables will soon be ready for picking. <img src="images/autumn31.jpg" alt="A screen printed image of a man standing in the middle of a farmyard. There are squashes piled on the floor and a chicken in a wire coop." width="500"> All Hallows, Clare Curtis, Barnsley Art on Loan It's the time of day when you feel yourself beginning to tire, and you stop for a bite to eat. What do you have? [[A light snack with friends.|autumn4.1]] [[A quiet meal alone.|autumn4.2]] [[A good cup of tea.|autumn4.3]] <>

<> You call in to a familiar establishment, enjoying the warmth of the parlour and the gentle hum of chatter. Some people have just arrived; others have clearly been here all day. You stay a while, soaking in the atmosphere, then go on your way. <img src="images/autumn32.jpg" alt="A painting of the outside of an inn. There are three people in front of it, dressed in seventeenth century clothing. A woman and a dog stand in the doorway, a man is asleep in a chair, and another man smiles while holding a chicken by its legs." width="450"> The Weary Sportsman, After Gabriel Metsu, Cannon Hall Museum It's the time of day when you feel yourself beginning to tire, and you stop for a bite to eat. What do you have? [[A light snack with friends.|autumn4.1]] [[A quiet meal alone.|autumn4.2]] [[A good cup of tea.|autumn4.3]] <>

<> The butcher's shop has looked the same for decades. Scrubbed white tiles, plastic grass between the joints, marbled strings of sausages. Ahead of you in the queue, a couple squabbles over what to have for dinner. The argument sounds comfortable, well-worn. <img src="images/autumn33.jpg" alt="A painting of a sausage shop. Two men reach for sausages hanging from hooks, and two customers stand in the background." width="400"> Sausage Shop, Stanley Spencer, Newport Museum and Art Gallery It's the time of day when you feel yourself beginning to tire, and you stop for a bite to eat. What do you have? [[A light snack with friends.|autumn4.1]] [[A quiet meal alone.|autumn4.2]] [[A good cup of tea.|autumn4.3]] <>

<> You call in to see some friends, seeking companionship as well as refreshment. Together you gather fruit from their garden, paring off ripe slices as you sit around a table to talk. <img src="images/autumn411.jpg" alt="An oil painting of three people gathering fruit." width="350"> Gathering Fruit, Henri Charles Antoine Baron, The Cooper Gallery <img src="images/autumn412.jpg" alt="An oil painting of a young girl taking fruit from a table and gathering it into her apron." width="350"> Child with Fruit, Antoine Emile Plassan, The Cooper Gallery As the daylight fades, something draws your attention. What is it? [[A woman burning leaves in her garden.|autumn5.1]] [[The sun reflecting off a car windscreen.|autumn5.2]] [[A game of football in the park.|autumn5.3]] <>

<> You dine by yourself, enjoying the peace of solitude. There is ripe fruit, and good wine, and uncluttered silence. It gifts you with space to reflect on the day so far. <img src="images/autumn421.jpg" alt="A still life painting of a pile of fruit and foliage on a table. There are insects crawling on the fruit." width="350"> Fruit and Insects, After Abraham Mignon, Cannon Hall Museum <img src="images/autumn422.jpg" alt="A still life of a bottle of wine and several onions on a table." width="500"> Still Life, Malcolm Whittaker, The Cooper Gallery As the daylight fades, something draws your attention. What is it? [[A woman burning leaves in her garden.|autumn5.1]] [[The sun reflecting off a car windscreen.|autumn5.2]] [[A game of football in the park.|autumn5.3]] <>

<> There is nothing more welcome than a cup of tea at this time in the afternoon. You love the routine of it; leaving the tea to steep, the coil of steam that drifts from the spout of the pot, the splash of milk in the bottom of the cup. <img src="images/autumn431.jpg" alt="A brown teapot decorated with pale flowers and faded text" width="500"> J. Drake & Sons, Cannon Hall <img src="images/autumn432.jpg" alt="A simple brown teapot" width="500"> H. Davis & M. Whiting, Cannon Hall As the daylight fades, something draws your attention. What is it? [[A woman burning leaves in her garden.|autumn5.1]] [[The sun reflecting off a car windscreen.|autumn5.2]] [[A game of football in the park.|autumn5.3]] <>

<> There are always bonfires at this time of year, the acrid smell of smoke often wafting through the chill air. This one has been built high, a mound of leaves and twigs wreathed in crackling flame. <img src="images/autumn51.jpg" alt="A painting of a woman standing outside a house dressed in a coat and scarf. She is standing next to a bonfire and holding a stick above it." width="450"> Wednesday Afternoon, Helen F. Wilson, Glasgow Museums Resource Centre [[The afternoon light begins to fade.|autumnend]] <>

<> You wonder where that car, making its steady way along the motorway, is heading. Is its occupant returning home for the night, tired from a long day at work? Or does the coming evening have more in store for them? <img src="images/autumn52.jpg" alt="A painting of a motorway at sunset with power station cooling towers in the background." width="500"> M3 on a Sunlit Afternoon, Frank Eyre, Northern Ireland Civil Service [[The afternoon light begins to fade.|autumnend]] <>

<> The five-a-side players don't seem to feel the chill. Gooseflesh-speckled legs sprout from shorts, jogging in place to get the blood flowing. When a goal is scored, the cheer that goes up is loud enough to set the pigeons flying. <img src="images/autumn53.jpg" alt="A painting of a window overlooking a garden and a field beyond. There are goalposts in the field and a football game is taking place." width="400"> Saturday Afternoon, Patrick Waldemar Gierth, Cambridge Shire Hall [[The afternoon light begins to fade.|autumnend]] <>

<> The wind blows cold, carrying snow. Frost rimes the grass and the veins of fallen leaves. Animals and plants alike begin their long slumber. <div class="head2">[[The sky grows dark and star-speckled.|wintertitle]]</div> <>

<> <<if $playaudio is true>> <<audio "autumn" stop>> <<audio "winter" loop play volume 1.2>> <</if>> <div class="head1">Chapter Four</div> <div class="head2">[[Evening / Winter|winter1]]</div> <>

<> You have travelled far today, you realise. Where does the road home begin? [[On a quiet street.|winter1.1]] [[Beside a river.|winter1.2]] [[Along a main thoroughfare.|winter1.3]] [[Past a busy market.|winter1.4]] <>

<> You walk down the steep street one slow step at a time, careful not to slip on the icy pavements. It's quiet here. The factories have shut their gates for the night, and curtains in living room windows have been drawn against the cold. <img src="images/winter11.jpg" alt="A painting of a long, quiet street flanked by houses and industrial buildings" width="350"> Fitzwilliam Street, Barnsley, South Yorkshire, John Kenneth Long, The Cooper Gallery A single word drifts through your mind as you take in the world around you. What is it? [[Snow.|winter2.1]] [[Ice.|winter2.2]] [[Sky.|winter2.3]] [[Wings.|winter2.4]] <>

<> The low sun casts shadows of the trees that fringe the river, painting the water black. You pass two fisherman bringing in their last haul of the day, crossing the bridge up by the mill with its ever-turning wheel. <img src="images/winter12.jpg" alt="A painting of a river at sunset. A man stands on the riverbank, and there is a watermill in the background." width="450"> River Landscape in the Evening with Moonlight and a Watermill, Aert van der Neer, Cannon Hall Museum A single word drifts through your mind as you take in the world around you. What is it? [[Snow.|winter2.1]] [[Ice.|winter2.2]] [[Sky.|winter2.3]] [[Wings.|winter2.4]] <>

<> The street lamps have flickered into life now, pushing back the encroaching dark. There are headlights, too, and the glow spilling out from nearby windows. It's as bright here now as it would be by daylight, though the sky overhead is dark. <img src="images/winter13.jpg" alt="A painting of a city street at night, illuminated by light from the windows of buildings and the headlights of cars." width="500"> The Boulevard Montmartre at Night, Camille Pissarro, The National Gallery, London A single word drifts through your mind as you take in the world around you. What is it? [[Snow.|winter2.1]] [[Ice.|winter2.2]] [[Sky.|winter2.3]] [[Wings.|winter2.4]] <>

<> The stallholders are packing down for the day, cheeks flushed with cold as they load their wares into boxes and the backs of vans. Shoppers mill around, hunting down the evening's final bargains. <img src="images/winter141.jpg" alt="A painting of market stalls in winter with silhouetted figures of people." width="500"> Winter Market, John Kenneth Long, The Cooper Gallery <img src="images/winter142.jpg" alt="A pen drawing depicting a busy street scene. There are shops and a post office in the background and market stalls in the foreground" width="500"> K.L. Graham A single word drifts through your mind as you take in the world around you. What is it? [[Snow.|winter2.1]] [[Ice.|winter2.2]] [[Sky.|winter2.3]] [[Wings.|winter2.4]] <>

<> It's falling now, beginning to settle on the surfaces where it lands. Within an hour the whole landscape will be blanketed in white, dusted like icing sugar on a cake. <img src="images/winter211.jpg" alt="A collograph print of a cloaked figure in the snow" width="400"> Charles Shearer, Winterscape, Barnsley Art on Loan <img src="images/winter212.jpg" alt="A photograph of a black snowball sitting on top of white snow" width="500"> Black (Soil Covered) Snowball, Andy Goldsworthy, Arts Council Collection Your journey is a long one, and you decide to stop for a break. What do your eyes settle on as you catch your breath? [[People gathered inside a pub.|winter3.1]] [[Elderly women waiting for the bus.|winter3.2]] [[A brass band playing in the street.|winter3.3]] [[A crowd spilling from a theatre.|winter3.4]] <>

<> The freezing wind whips at your cheeks, conjuring up images of ice floes, glaciers, polar landscapes. You hunker down against the cold, trudging on towards home and warmth. <img src="images/winter22.jpg" alt="A glass sculpture depicting an iceberg with a bear inside it." width="500"> Iceberg with Swimming Bear, unknown artist, Cannon Hall Museum Your journey is a long one, and you decide to stop for a break. What do your eyes settle on as you catch your breath? [[People gathered inside a pub.|winter3.1]] [[Elderly women waiting for the bus.|winter3.2]] [[A brass band playing in the street.|winter3.3]] [[A crowd spilling from a theatre.|winter3.4]] <>

<> The stars seem brighter than usual tonight. The north star in particular glows like a beacon, burning against the dark canopy of the evening. <img src="images/winter231.jpg" alt="A painting of a floating woman with her arms outstretched and a halo around her head." width="400"> Evening Star, Ernest Moore, The Cooper Gallery <img src="images/winter232.jpg" alt="A black and red ceramic plate depicting two figures facing one another. A winged man on the left holds a rose and stands on the sun. A woman on the right pulls a cloak across to cover the light." width="400"> Night & Morning, Walter Crane, Cannon Hall Your journey is a long one, and you decide to stop for a break. What do your eyes settle on as you catch your breath? [[People gathered inside a pub.|winter3.1]] [[Elderly women waiting for the bus.|winter3.2]] [[A brass band playing in the street.|winter3.3]] [[A crowd spilling from a theatre.|winter3.4]] <>

<> You catch a glimpse of an owl, swooping on silent wings through the darkened sky. It lets out a hoot, tremulous and eerie, coming to settle lightly on a tree branch. <img src="images/winter241.jpg" alt="A blue vase illustrated with an owl sitting on the branch of an oak tree" width="350"> Sally Tuffin, Cannon Hall <img src="images/winter242.jpg" alt="A linoprint of a winter country scene by moonlight. In the middle distance a man sits atop a horse. In the foreground a barn owl perches in a holly bush." width="500"> Winter Wood, Angela Harding Your journey is a long one, and you decide to stop for a break. What do your eyes settle on as you catch your breath? [[People gathered inside a pub.|winter3.1]] [[Elderly women waiting for the bus.|winter3.2]] [[A brass band playing in the street.|winter3.3]] [[A crowd spilling from a theatre.|winter3.4]] <>

<> The parlour is busy tonight, the patrons clustered around tables in the warmth of the fire. As you pass by the window you see a man gesture as though recounting a story, while his friends begin to laugh. <img src="images/winter31.jpg" alt="A painting of a tavern scene. Seven men, some in soldiers' uniforms, sit and stand around a large table." width="500"> Tavern Scene with a Soldier, Alexander Carse (attributed to), The Cooper Gallery It won't be long until you're safely home. What form does the last leg of the journey take? [[A walk along a moonlit street.|winter4.1]] [[A short train ride.|winter4.2]] [[A slow, uhurried stroll.|winter4.3]] [[A dash down a narrow alley.|winter4.4]] <>

<> They stand as upright and dignified, sturdy as statues in the falling snow. Walking sticks wielded with the gravity of swords. One glances up at the timetable, mutters something that sets the others off nodding. <img src="images/winter32.jpg" alt="Three old women in overcoats and headscarves stand by a bus stop facing a snowy street." width="400"> Snow in the North, Emmanuel Levy, Danum Gallery, Library and Museum It won't be long until you're safely home. What form does the last leg of the journey take? [[A walk along a moonlit street.|winter4.1]] [[A short train ride.|winter4.2]] [[A slow, uhurried stroll.|winter4.3]] [[A dash down a narrow alley.|winter4.4]] <>

<> You recognise the song they're playing, a slow, stately tune that brings warmth to the evening chill. Their instruments and buttons gleam in the light of nearby shops. A child stops to watch them, enraptured. <img src="images/winter33.jpg" alt="A panting of the Salvation Army Band playing in front of a shopping centre" width="400"> Sally Army Band, Seanna Doonan It won't be long until you're safely home. What form does the last leg of the journey take? [[A walk along a moonlit street.|winter4.1]] [[A short train ride.|winter4.2]] [[A slow, uhurried stroll.|winter4.3]] [[A dash down a narrow alley.|winter4.4]] <>

<> They flow out of the double doors in a tide, some laughing, some clutching programmes in gloved hands, some rushing towards the bus station. Heads bowed against the driving snow. <img src="images/winter34.jpg" alt="A painting of the crowded pavement outside the Theatre Royal on a snowy day" width="400"> Panto, Seanna Doonan It won't be long until you're safely home. What form does the last leg of the journey take? [[A walk along a moonlit street.|winter4.1]] [[A short train ride.|winter4.2]] [[A slow, uhurried stroll.|winter4.3]] [[A dash down a narrow alley.|winter4.4]] <>

<> The moon bathes all in its pale glow, lighting your way onwards <img src="images/winter41.jpg" alt="A watercolour of a wide street in moonlight, flanked by classical buildings and with some figures visible." width="500"> Piccadilly by Moonlight, David Cox, The Cooper Gallery Then, finally, you find yourself back home. How do you bring the evening to a close? [[Relaxing by the fire.|winter5.1]] [[Curled up with my cat.|winter5.2]] [[Unwinding with my loved ones.|winter5.3]] [[Resting in bed.|winter5.4]] <>

<> You find a seat in the crowded carriage, and are almost lulled to sleep by the swaying motion of the train. <img src="images/winter42.jpg" alt="A painting of a woman asleep in a crowded train carriage." width="500"> Scene in an Underground Train: Workers Returning from Night Shift, Ruskin Spear, Imperial War Museums Then, finally, you find yourself back home. How do you bring the evening to a close? [[Relaxing by the fire.|winter5.1]] [[Curled up with my cat.|winter5.2]] [[Unwinding with my loved ones.|winter5.3]] [[Resting in bed.|winter5.4]] <>

<> You decide to take your time, drinking in the last moments of the long day. <img src="images/winter43.jpg" alt="A painting of two figures in silhouette looking up at the moon." width="450"> The Night Walkers, Honoré Daumier, National Museum Wales Then, finally, you find yourself back home. How do you bring the evening to a close? [[Relaxing by the fire.|winter5.1]] [[Curled up with my cat.|winter5.2]] [[Unwinding with my loved ones.|winter5.3]] [[Resting in bed.|winter5.4]] <>

<> You take a shortcut down a dimly-lit street, your footsteps echoing off the paving stones. <img src="images/winter44.png" alt="A painting of a shadowy, narrow street with tall buildings on either side" width="350"> Flask Walk, Charles Ginner, The Cooper Gallery Then, finally, you find yourself back home. How do you bring the evening to a close? [[Relaxing by the fire.|winter5.1]] [[Curled up with my cat.|winter5.2]] [[Unwinding with my loved ones.|winter5.3]] [[Resting in bed.|winter5.4]] <>

<> You take a seat at the table, the room illuminated only by firelight, and feel warmth sink back into your bones. After a long day, you're glad to take the weight off your feet. <img src="images/winter51.jpg" alt="A painting of a young man lighting a pipe over a candle flame in a darkened room." width="450"> Candlelight: Youth Lighting a Pipe, After Godfried Schalcken, Cannon Hall Museum [[Finally, night falls.|winterend]] <>

<> The cat lets out a quiet purr as you settle yourself nearby, bumping its head lightly against the palm of your hand. Happy to have you home. <img src="images/winter52.jpg" alt="A painting of a grey tabby cat stretched out asleep on a cushioned surface." width="500"> Sleeping Cat, Ruskin Spear, Somerset Heritage Centre [[Finally, night falls.|winterend]] <>

<> You find them in the kitchen, and join your voice to theirs as you relay the day's events. The room is warm, full of the scents of home. <img src="images/winter53.jpg" alt="A painting of a kitchen scene. A bearded man sits at a table drinking a cup of tea. A woman is standing by the oven, holding a baby with one arm and reaching into a drawer with the other. In the foreground a child plays with a miner's headlamp and boots. There is washing hanging from a line across the room." width="400"> Tea Time, Seanna Doonan [[Finally, night falls.|winterend]] <>

<> You sink into bed, sighing as the covers surround you. It has been a busy day, and the only thing you long for now is sleep. <img src="images/winter54.jpg" alt="An illustration of a bed. The bedstead is gold and the duvet is richly patterned in red, blue and green paisley. Text advertises McLintock's Patent Down Clothing." width="500"> McLintock's Advert, Barnsley Archives [[Finally, night falls.|winterend]] <>

<> <<if $playaudio is true>> <<audio "winter" stop>> <</if>> Hours pass; seasons change; the day ends. Soon enough, morning will beckon. <div class="head2">[[The cycle will begin once more.|launch]]</div> <>

<> The blooms that the woman carries are fresh, petals bright and unblemished, the scent of them sweet and heady. She calls out her wares in a voice as lovely as the roses are, and offers one to you. <img src="images/summer114.jpg" alt="A painting of a dark haired woman holding a tray of roses. She has a shawl around her shoulders and is holding one rose in her right hand." width="400"> The Flower Girl, Edward Charles Barnes, The Cooper Gallery Eventually the heat abates a little. What activity will occupy you next? [[Swimming.|summer2.1]] [[Playing tennis.|summer2.2]] [[A game of cricket.|summer2.3]] [[Nothing at all. I want to relax.|summer2.4]] <>

<> <div class="head1">Storyboards</div> This interactive exhibition was developed based on storyboards and descriptive writing pieces created my members of the AfAB group at Barnsley Museums. You can view these inspirational pieces here. <a href="storyboards/thoughts.pdf" target="_blank">Creative Writing & Ideas</a> <a href="storyboards/springsb.pdf" target="_blank">Spring Storyboards</a> <a href="storyboards/summersb.pdf" target="_blank">Summer Storyboards</a> <a href="storyboards/autumnsb.pdf" target="_blank">Autumn Storyboards</a> <a href="storyboards/wintersb.pdf" target="_blank">Winter Storyboards</a> <div class="head2">[[Return|launch]]</div> <>

<> <div class="head1">Credits</div> 'Four Seasons in One Day' was commissioned by Barnsley Museums and developed by Lauren O'Donoghue The exhibition was built in Twine, a free, open-source tool for creating interactive stories, using the Sugarcube 2.36.1 story format Images from Barnsley Museums; The National Gallery; Bushey Museum & Gallery; National Trust, Cotehele; Danum Gallery; Glasgow Resource Centre; The Hepworth; Imperial War Museum; Manchester Art Gallery; Mercer Art Gallery; Newport Museum & Art Gallery; Northern Ireland Civil Service; The National Railway Museum; Robert Gordon University; Rugby Art Gallery; Shire Hall, Cambridge; Somerset Heritage Centre; Southampton NHS; Tate; National Museum of Wales; York Art Gallery; can be found on the Art UK website. Additional Images; Barnsley Museums & Archives; Arts Council Collection; Janet Browne; Claire Curtis; Seanna Doonan; Angela Harding; Malik Istvan; Charles Shearer; Mark Slater; Lisa Stubbs. Audio Credits Spring Sounds - '110217dawn chorus3.mp3' by richardeblack via Freesound Summer Sounds - 'Open Air Swimming-Pool Ambience' by Oneirophile via Freesound Autumn Sounds - 'Wind Through Trees' by Yoyodaman234 via Freesound Winter Sounds - 'Street sounds in Montmartre, Paris, France' by Mxsmanic via Freesound <div class="head2">[[Return|launch]]</div> <>

<> This game contains background sound effects, but these can be turned off if you prefer a quiet experience. [[Play with sound effects|springtitle][$playaudio to true]] [[Play without sound effects|springtitle][$playaudio to false]] <>