Woke in the hotel room, handy as that was where I went to sleep 8 hours previously. Showered and down for breakfast, good choice of cereals, fruit, muffin type stuff but I started with a fry up, the Fab Four in this case: sausage, eggs, bacon and black pudding.
Pure vanity I realise but I do like to do a mirror selfie when the chance occurs, yesterday’s was in the Tate in front of a painting by Antony Gormley.
From the hotel is a five minute stroll to Moorsfield metro stop and from there is a 17 minute journey to Blundellsands and Crosby station, as you come out of the station you can go straight on to the beach but that takes you about half way along the beach so we headed left then right to get to the beach at the leisure centre nearer to the end of the statues.
From the southern end where we joined Crosby beach, there a hundred figures stood at various points of a cast of Gormley looking out to sea. Gormley states that it represents the middle aged man looking for meaning and self identity but to me it also spoke of the loneliness of us all looking for each other and although the figures seem pretty random in their setting, none are stood together close enough to chat.
Fair warning, if a bit of the beach looks puddly then chances are that you will schlep a fair amount of the wet mud n sand around with you for the rest of the day, I know I am. It’s probably 7 years that I have wanted to see this beach, it was installed around 2006 after being on 3 beaches (Norway, Germany and Belgium) and it has exerted a tug on my art strings.
If you are a fan of Gormley then you should go to Newcastle, admire the Angel of the North on your way and pop to the Baltic centre to see more of his work, it’s well worth a visit, cracking city with St James’ park looming, acropolis like, over the city and Newcastle is full of fab folks n bars
The beach stretches on, probably 2 miles south to north, Gormley sentinels dotted from the shore to low tide about half a mile out, I’m sure the rnli are fully aware and hope they never try to save an iron man. Some of the men are less than vertical in their manner, a bit like life, I bet the boats that catch these fellas are less than happy about it.
From the northern end of the beach it is a short walk in land to the metro station and on we go again, heading for Port Sunlight. I’m sure we would have been there quicker if it wasn’t for more signal problems, not sure why the Liverpool metro has so many lighting problems but they do, so a bus replacement down the Stanley road to Lime Street and onto the Wirral line , under the Mersey, through Birkenhead and into Lord Lever’s model village of Port Sunlight.
Built in 1888, Port Sunlight is a friendlier side to capitalism, named after their most popular soap it is around 800 houses, a church, school (now an architects) and the lady Lever museum as the Lord believed that art can raise us up spiritually and educatively. Of course the benevolent act of giving housing and education to its workers also ensured that you got loyalty from the workforce, but for your late Victorian working poor Port Sunlight was a position to work for.
And finally the nosh, tonight was a visit to the big bowl noodle bar on Berry Street, good food, fresh and very friendly staff, not quite the wow of last night but again too much food to eat, is it just luck that we keep visiting places with generous portion Sizes?
Tonight’s blog is bought to you from Vernon arms pub, the beer is a few of yorkshires ‘black sheep’ (dark, traditional best bitter, only 4.3% and worth a try), the letter b and the number 3. iPad blogging is handy but picture placement is tricky so sorry if it’s a little all over the place.
Only a day and a bit left in Liverpool, what should we defo do here? Answer below. Cheers 🙂