We trundled out of Chester this morning feeling well rested after our day off.
We made our way out along the canals, which double up as National Cycle Routes, and then snaked our way north to Birkenhead to catch the Woodside Mersey Ferry across to Liverpool, just like Gerry and his Pacemakers:
“People around every corner
They seem to smile and say
We don’t care what your name is boy
We’ll never turn you away
So I’ll continue to say
Here I always will stay
So ferry ‘cross the Mersey
’cause this land’s the place I love”
The ferry pitches up right in front of the Liver Building – a great way to arrive in the city. We then pootled along part of the Liverpool to Leeds canal, before cutting across to Crosby Beach to see Antony Gormley’s magnificent Another Place installation.
It’s a fantastic piece of public art: one hundred of his body-casts spread out along the vast beach, all standing staring out to sea. The effect is at once both epic and intimate, and it frames the landscape while being part of it. The figures feel like silent sentinels, a bit like Gort, the giant robot from The Day the Earth Stood Still.
Interestingly, there’s only one sign directing you to the presence of the installation, and hidden as the beach is behind a row of dunes, when you do find it, you feel like you’ve stumbled upon something quite secret.
From there we made our way inland up to Wrightington, where we’re now camped out. We even managed to fit in dinner at the lovely local pub, The Brook House.
A fine day indeed.