Crosby - 'Another Place'
All words and photography © Nina Nixon
How many wonders of the world are on your bucket list?
For me there is just the one that sticks out in my mind - I've been desperate to see - since we made the move North West.
Come with me and I'll take you on a journey to follow the coast road out to Crosby.
When you feel like you've reached the end of the road, on the very edge of your journey, you will come across an amazing place '
'....in time. For this is a place when the tide is out low, you will see the most amazing wonder.
Stand with your back to the beach and glance to your left, you will see Liverpool with her majestic Liver birds. A mythical creature and symbol, proudly watching over the city . To the right is Blackpool with all her pleasures, like a siren waving at you from her side of the coast. Then take your time to turn and look out, gazing to the horizon. This is where the Welsh hills undulate spectacularly, a reminder of how beautiful this island of ours is. Binoculars are a must to take along on this a trip.
But back to Crosby and her glistening beach.
At first glance you may be deceived, think your eyes are playing tricks on you as the figures of many stand still waiting, watching, expecting an unknown something on the horizon. Or maybe they are all at one, stood still, frozen in a moment of time. All with their own thoughts, hopes, dreams or maybe...demons.
I'm no expert, but isn't art how the individual perceives it?
At second glance you will notice dotted along the coastline people standing with their backs to you. I like to think they are taking it all in, the breathtaking view, as I first did when I ventured down to the sea. But get a little closer and you soon realise these are no ordinary mortals.
For as far as the eye can see, all along the coastline are the cast iron figures of one hundred men (be warned, small children find these highly amusing) all gazing out to sea. All life-size, set from the same cast, the artists cast - all with the same 'Gormley' expression.
Some a little crusty where the nature of the sea has claimed their bodies as hosts, others a little rusty, weathered, worn....with the passing of time. But all still standing in the same position they were grounded to.
Wellies are must unless you are extremely lucky (or brave) to go bare foot across the muddy beach. The squelch is an experience in itself...and not an unpleasant one. And don't forget to check the tide, to time your visit perfectly. Low tide is best...naturally.
Will we go back again, another day? Absolutely!. When the winds are howling, the sea is buffeting with a slight chance of being sand blasted. Wind swept has always been a favourite of ours.
'Another Place' by Anthony Gormley