Another Time... Another Place....
I can't remember if I've ever posted about Another Place before? I haven't been for ages, a fact proven only too well today when I told the Princess where we were off to and all she could ask was "What place? Where?"
Another Place is Antony Gormley's art installation of 100 cast iron men, height 6ft 2 and based on his own body. It's been at Crosby since 2007 when permission was finally granted for it to stay permanently. I find it an amazingly intriguing collection since the men are all identical and variety comes from the positions they hold on the beach.
We were there near to high tide so there were only a few figures available to see, but the chance to be your own Figure was too good to miss.
The Princess and JW spent quite a while dipping their toes into the freezing waters, trying to bury their feet as deep as the figures, stand still as a statue (difficult considering the wind off the Irish Sea was... well, lively) and basically getting their legs and trousers wet enough to be giggleworthy.
We'd started off the afternoon with a picnic using our new picnic bag. It was a bargain from Ebay, bought to replace our knackered old wicker one, faithful servant for at least 15 years. We had Frikadellen, mini sausages, chicken wings, crisps, dips and crudités with coke and squash to drink. Aldi's picnic blanket and my red tartan car rug gave us a smooth base to sit on and, apart from that wind fit to winnow corn, the sun unexpectedly shone.