We take my mum and dad, both in their eighties, to Liverpool for a couple of days. My mum has wanted to see Anthony Gormley’s ‘Another Place’ for a long time. A cold, windy and wild day at Crosby beach. Together we watch the tide go out, slowly revealing one hundred metal statues, casts of Gormley himself, naked, looking out to sea.
blowing its horn
the ferry heads west