Posts Tagged ‘Liverpool’

Cold Snap and Lunch in Liverpool

Tuesday, January 20th, 2015

It’s a wee bit chilly in Manchester. In fact, it’s really bloody cold. Over the weekend Manchester and beyond had a decent amount of snow – enough to be able to say, “It’s snowing!” without looking like an overexcited Australian.

snow

Look at that snow!

On Saturday I headed to Yorkshire with my cousin Les where we took boring motorway routes and extra caution in order to avoid slippery roads and potential death. I really enjoy driving into snow, particularly at night, as the wind and forward movement of the car gives the snow a ‘speed tunnel’ effect and it appears as if you’re driving into some sort of time warp. If the snow was rainbow coloured it would have been particularly swinging 60s-esque.

The last two days have been beautiful – crisp blue skies and sunshine. Of course the lack of cloud coverage means temperatures are hovering around zero and my nose is a constant shade of beetroot. It did present the perfect conditions for a quick visit to Antony Gormley’s Another Place installation at Crosby Beach yesterday.

Antony Gormley statue

Nice view.

Sir Pubert Gladstone’s dad was in town for a weekend visit and the three of us headed to Liverpool for a bit of culture. After a slightly disappointing wander around the Tate (clearly they keep all of the good stuff in London) and a deliciously cheesy lunch at the Docks, we headed to the beach to check out Antony’s Iron Men spread out down the coast. This is one of my favourite places in England and it was nice to be able to visit before I head back to Australia.

Liverpool docks

Liverpool Docks in the sunshine

Giants in Liverpool

Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

On Sunday Sir Pubert Gladstone picked me up from home in the early hours of the morning and we headed off to Liverpool. Over the weekend, Royal de Luxe, the French street theatre company, brought their giant puppets to the streets of Liverpool. Commemorating World War I, three giant puppets in girl, Grandma and dog form, walked through Liverpool and eventually headed out to sea. Sunday was the last day of the three-part story and the three giant puppets walked down past the docks and were lifted onto a boat. It was incredible to watch these huge mechanical forms move. Powered by acrobatic humans jumping and pulling on ropes, the giants appeared so real and life-like that you wanted them to smile and wave at you.

Girl.

Girl.

Grandma.

Grandma.

Dog.

Dog.

The dog was a crowd favourite and received an extra loud cheer when it urinated on the ground. HOORAY! The whole show was fantastic and I highly recommend going to see Royal de Luxe’s puppets when they’re in a town near you. They are heading to Perth for the Festival – GO AND SEE THEM.

 

Let’s Go Fly a Kite

Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

Some of you may remember my 108 Challenges in 108 Days attempt (I failed miserably but that wasn’t the point.) – one of the challenges was to go and fly a kite. I didn’t do it. But now I have! On Sunday I went to Liverpool with Sir Pubert Gladstone and after a picnic lunch by Otterspool promenade we recreated scenes from Mary Poppins and flew a Beginners Action Kite.

Sir Pubert makes a mean sandwich.

Sir Pubert makes a mean sandwich.

I haven’t flown a kite since I was a kid and even then I don’t think I was ever particularly skilled at it. I think I mostly watched. After a few failed attempts and much disappointed laughter from Pubert, I managed to get a handle on this kite-thing. While Pubert was all about how many times he could make the kite twist around itself, I preferred to let the wind do its thing and watch the kite glide and dive through the air with grace. 

Flying high.

Flying high.

I can see why Jane and Michael Banks were so keen to go and fly a kite – staring up at the clouds and watching the kite dash across the sky, feeling the strength of the wind down into your body is quite incredible. I wanted to attach myself to the sails and float off into the air. I now really want to go hang gliding. Did Mary Poppins do that?

Mad kite flying skillz.

Mad kite flying skillz.

Seaweed Men and the Elusive Red Squirrels

Monday, April 28th, 2014

On Sunday Sir Pubert Gladstone (see Who is She? blog post) took me on a secret mystery tour. He was slightly disappointed when my first response to his question of “Where have you been near Southport?” was exactly where he was planning on taking me. Not to matter – the sun was shining, the rapeseed fields were out in full yellow bloom, and we were off to the beach. Our destination – Formby beach with an additional side trip to see Antony Gormley’s installation, Another Place, at Crosby. I had done this day trip with my cousin Caroline and her son, Meryan, but we had spent most of our day climbing up and down sand dunes and I was very keen to go back to Crosby to see the sculptures up close and personal.

Our first stop was Formby where we entered the National Trust forest reserve that is one of the few places in the UK where you can find red squirrels. The supposedly evil grey squirrels have taken over and spotting a native red is a rare occurrence. After a picnic in the sunshine on beach and a very disappointing game of frisbee (turns out I throw like a girl), we headed into the forest to look for the squirrels. We had been told it was highly unlikely we would spot any and after wandering around staring at tree tops for 20 minutes we gave up. No squirrels here. As we headed back to the car, I took the opportunity to visit the loo and there, near the toilet blocks, most likely having just stolen some food from one of the bins, was a red squirrel. Tick.

Crosby beach

Crosby beach

Our next stop was Crosby where the tide had gone out far enough for us to be able to walk across the seabed and visit some of the statues. I have such amazing memories of seeing Antony Gormley’s installation at Lake Ballard and had been wanting to see the statues at Crosby and compare the works. These statues are cast from Antony’s body and are spread across along the coast spaced 500 metres apart. As the tide comes in, they are submerged in water and are covered in seaweed, salt and other crusty textures.

Antony Gormley statue

Antony Gormley statue

I found the experience at Lake Ballard more spectacular but the isolation of the salt lake is hard to beat. At Crosby it was interesting to see the different textures that have built up on the various statues depending on their position in the seabed. Some had almost completely transformed into salty sea creatures while others remained relatively clean. They all looked quite content to be standing in the sunshine staring out to sea.

Crusty.

Crusty.