Another place!

Another place!

I would always prefer to visit the beach on cold, windy UK day then sit on some tropical beach in some far away land; there is something about being stood on the water’s edge with the wind blowing through your hair. There is no emotion in the world that won’t send me to the sea, mad go to the sea, happy go to the sea, upset and wanting to scream but also need a hug go to the sea, you get the picture. So last week when the sun finally disappeared and give us a break from the hottest summer I can remember I headed to the beach for some sea view and new prospective.

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“ When anxious, uneasy and bad thought come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused “ – Rainer Maria Rilke

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So when my friend Aimee told me about a beach nearby that had lots of men on I paid attention, Crosby beach near Liverpool is home to Antony Gormley’s “ Another place “ which consists of 100 cast iron life size figures spread out across the beach. And is strangely beautiful, there is something eerie about seeing a hundred human shaped sculptures looking out to the ocean, after all that’s what I was there for.
It was my first time visiting Crosby and although there isn’t much too do in the town the beach is absolutely beautiful and well worth a visit on its own and with Southport and Liverpool only 20 minutes away there is plenty to keep you entertained when you’re ready to dust the sand of your bottom.

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I paddled in the sea which was surprisingly warm, lost in my thoughts and with the waves lapping around my legs I ended up walking a mile along the beach before I looked away from the sea and noticed.

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“ The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace “ – Kate Chapin

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With the storm clouds rolling in but not yet ready for home, I headed over to Speke hall in Liverpool, a beautiful national trust property for a little wonder and ice cream ( naturally ). I had such a lovely day lost in my own little world, sometimes all you need is the cobwebs to be blown away by the sea air.

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