Another Place

Last week my husband had the week off work with the intention that we would go away for a few days but we had not got around to booking anything. I felt that there were too many things that could get in the way and mean that we might have to cancel. When you have an 89 year old mother, a nearly 89 year old mother-in-law, a nephew undergoing chemotherapy and a decorator on a go slow making too many rigid plans can be risky. As it happened the decorator finished in time for us to go away if we wanted but my mother-in-law has been in hospital for ten days now and my husband currently has a cough. So staying at home and going out for the day seemed like a good idea. On Thursday we decided to go to see Antony Gormley's Another Place. I left it to my husband to work out where we were going and he programmed the sat nav for Cambridge Road, Crosby which on the face of things seemed reasonable as Another Place is on Crosby beach. Cambridge Road, Crosby is a road of bland houses with no sign of any beach. On looking at the map we should have gone to Cambridge Road, Seaforth - about two miles away. So we were in another place. Not as bad as going to Stamford Bridge in Yorkshire when you intended to go to Stamford Bridge football ground.

Crosby beach is about a ten minute walk from the nearest car park so you can not actually see Another Place until you get to the beach. There are 100 iron men, cast in the mould of Antony Gormley spread along three kilometres of the beach. I was a bit disappointed as the men are not particularly big and I thought that they were too far apart to have the impact that I felt would have done the idea justice. Still it is very novel and we had some fresh air or even, sea air and exercise.