I traveled to Liverpool for my day job recently and instantly took this great opportunity to book a late train back and roam around the city with my SLR for you all. I spent hours researching what spots I could visit, given that I only had 5pm-9pm to do what I wanted, and by the time I would have begun, practically 80% of the recommended places to visit would have been closed. Although, I’m always one for building an itinerary which doesn’t involve buying a ticket into the land of the indoors anyway, so this suited me fine. 😉
This is primarily a gallery of my very short time there, but also a potential guide, or point of inspiration, for any photographers who are looking for a new place to shoot in the UK.
The Liverpool Docks are honestly a sheer delight to promenade in. A big part of me is lost for words even a week after… I shall let the images speak for the city.
Antony Gormley’s ‘Another Place’at Crosby Beach
Now… as soon as I google imaged this place… I knew I had to go. I risked it and went as the sun was about to set and unfortunately, I feel I was a few minutes too late, but experiencing it meant there were no drops of regret… The sunlight was moreso I could share it with you all. Isn’t that nice?
“But what is this place, Dizma?”, you ask!?
This is sculptor Antony Gormley’s work (he is best known for his ‘Angel of the North’)… ‘Another Place’ is 100 cast-iron statues stretched across 3 miles on the shore of Crosby Beach. All of the artist’s body and all looking out to sea. The meaning? In his own words: “Another Place harnesses the ebb and flow of the tide to explore man’s relationship with nature. Here time is tested by tide, architecture by the elements and the prevalence of sky seems to question the earth’s substance. Human life is tested against planetary time.”
…And woah… The emotions I felt here. The peace. The calm. The serenity… Not to mention that along with my solitude,, once it had become dark and desolate, the entire scenery became deliciously eerie and deliriously bizarre, in a most exhilarating sense.
Beforehand, I had checked the Tide Times so that I went at Low Tide and the statues would be in view. There is around 1-2 hours of the day when the Tide is high (above 8-9m) where you can’t see the statues at all… These vary daily and all statues are visible when the Liverpool Tide is at 4m or lower.
Incidentally, given what I said above, ensure you’re not trapped in a race to beat the sunset… Hah. A third travel tip: From Liverpool Central, get off the train at ‘Hall Road’, not ‘Blundellsands & Crosby’.
The Visit-Liverpool website encourages dressing the statues up so yes… take a spare hat and make a statue smile this year.
The Heart of the City
As I headed back into the city after the beach and night had fallen, the itinerary in my pocket was soon abandoned due to a stranger on a train. The two hours prior to my train were spent wandering around the heart of the city, conversing with Jack who had lived there for 20 years. I missed out on a few sights, but the exchange was more than worth it. A private tour by an awesome local was a wonderful end to the day. He, too, looked at his city with tourist eyes for the first time, and through happenstance, this became my gift to him in return.