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today has been a great day for walking and exploring and when you live in a city its great to break free of the smog and noise and see what lies beyond the concrete forests. in fact its been two days on the trot that my partner and i have broke free, the first being a long awaited trip to see the iron men on crosby beach. iv waited so long to see these guys and the first attempt saw me on the completely wrong beach. however we made it and the other half still feeling under the weather made the butties bless her. what a great sight these men stood spread out, some in the water just visible and some fully visible standing on the beach and yet completely surrounded by rubbish!! yes thats right here it is a art piece that liverpool campaigned to keep and paid out money to ensure they were kept at Crosby beach just so they could be surrounded by garbage. to be honest if this is how the council is going to treat this great sight then the artist himself should pack up his men and stand them in a land fill. to see this sight is like going to the tate gallery and someone letting their dog take a shit by Gustav Klimt's work (some may say this is art too) but really this is pretty piss poor. Nevertheless we took some great pictures and nether of us stood on any broken glass it was a nice day. to see these statues take a battering through all weathers makes you feel for them. i totally understand that they are just iron statues and im not getting all arty farty i just think the least Gormley could have done was throw on a pair of speedos and a coat of hammerite.
today saw us on the other side of the water with family venturing out to see what the wirral has to offer. as before we have a great guide a bit of an history enthusiast which always leads us down the right lanes to some secret village or forgotten castle. being from the sticks i love to get out and in the open to smell some real sheep shit air. i keep telling my partner that its the best way to deal with a cold, the fresh air. shes not convinced yet.
standing on Bidston hill looking over across to liverpool is a fantastic sight and if you turn and look the other way you can see out to sea and as you stand there you feel a hundred miles away from anywhere, personally it takes me back to the roaches the grit stone and moors with great views but also the feeling of being somewhere so very very old.