In September Yorkshire Pudding ventured into the alien territory of the Red Rose and one of the results was a rather moving poem about the Antony Gormley
figures at Crosby beach.
I spent a lot of my youthly social life in Crosby. Amongst other friends was a friend with whom I had a particular affinity who lived with his parents in one of the splendid villas which now look out over the Gormley sculptures:
It was some years since I had been there but
my brother and sister-in-law were keen to go earlier in the week. It was
a spur of the moment decision when we were in Birkenhead near the
Mersey Tunnel and we didn't think to check on the state of the tide.
The
sculpture entitled 'Another Place' consists of 100 cast-iron, life-size
figures spread out
along three kilometres of the foreshore, stretching almost one kilometre
out to sea. I saw it when the tide was out and it was amazing although I
don't think all the original figures were visible even then and they
certainly weren't this visit. Having said that there are more in the
photo below than one can see at first glance although I had the
advantage of the original photo and a digital loupe.
What saddened me though was the huge amount of detritus lining the water mark:
