Bucket List Travelogue: Holding Mr Gormley’s Hand

It’s surprising what makes your bucket list.  It can be something exotic, expensive or difficult to attain.  Or it can just be something that lodges in your brain and your gut for an unknown reason, and needs acting upon.

Last year I met some of Antony Gormley’s cast iron, life size figures, which are spread out the foreshore at Crosby.  Known as Another Place, the installation is made up of 100 figures, all made from casts of the artist’s own body, and shown at different stages of rising from the sand.  

Antony Gormley states that Another Place “harnesses the ebb and flow of the tide to explore man’s relationship with nature”, saying:
“This sculpture exposes to light and time the nakedness of a particular and peculiar body. It is no hero, no ideal, just the industrially reproduced body of a middle-aged man trying to remain standing and trying to breathe, facing a horizon busy with ships moving materials and manufactured things around the planet.”
I don’t remember when the awareness of Another Place first seeped into my consciousness, but I do know that it had been on my bucket list for some time.  We had hoped to drive to Crosby the month before when we were in Chester, but were thwarted by snow, and lots of it.   Armed with a cheap rail ticket offer from London Midland, we found a day to go and meet the Gormleys.

Eager to see them, I fairly bounded up Hall Road to the coastguard station.  And there they were, as starkly outlined as I’d imagined against a low tide, the industrial landscape, and a line of wind turbines.

I

 had heard that they spent some time dressed up, and Number 22 had a particularly fetching outfit for the day, although somewhat unsuited to the weather.

His poor feet looked very chilly, and I loved the way that the sea life had taken over.
Just an hour or so.  That’s all it took to fulfil this part of the bucket list.  Then back to Liverpool for drinks in the Philharmonic, with its statues of mermaids to the left and mermen to the right.  And a train home.
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2 thoughts on “Bucket List Travelogue: Holding Mr Gormley’s Hand

  1. Yeah, that’s a weird ittle bucket list item. No Machu Picchu for the travelator – no way – not good enough. Then an evening among the Liverpudlians. You are really something !
    Later….

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