Tony and The Lakes

Lovely Mother Hale and I went to the Lake District at the weekend.

It really was something rather spectacular.

I had been before but never realised how totally amazing it is up there.

Landscapes to rival Scotland I tell you.

Well done England! Well done indeed.

Anyway, lovely Sister Hale suggested that lovely Mother Hale and I pull in to just north of Liverpool on our return to see Antony Gormley’s 'Another Place'.

Well, might I ad lovely Sister Hale was right to suggest that lovely Mother Hale and I pull in to just north of Liverpool to see Antony Gormley’s 'Another Place' as it was fabulous.

There are apparently 100 bronze statues of Tony splattered across the beach, although we only saw 6 as the tide was in.

They really are very very eerie as they appear to be waiting for something to happen. They all look very pensive as if an attack is imminent, or they have lost a mate and waiting for him to return over the horizon.

Please, if you are anywhere close go see them.

I was also saying to Mummy what an odd bunch of people you were going to get on the beach in question.

Holidaying Scouser’s exclaiming - 'forkin hell Stevie, where'didya put the forkin schuncreeem?'

And posh art critics announcing - 'Yes, Gormely has triumphed at creating a synergy between man and nature by simply changing the perceptive of life, delivering celebration that inconceivably brings together creed and race, helping the pre-Raphaelites of bygone eras coherently consider epilating stiff obtuse curves and forms'.

Well done Tone, you have brought people together.

Oh, finally, small children playing with raw sewage.

Thanks just north of Liverpool, i enjoyed you immensely.