Thursday was Karen's birthday and she decided to celebrate it by visiting Antony Gormley's Another Place. For those who don't already know, this is a sculpture situated on the beach at Crosby, on the outskirts of Liverpool. It takes the form of 100 life-size, cast iron nude men, distributed over a 3 km stretch of beach. Gormley's own body -as is often the case with his work- was used to make moulds for them. It's stunning: we spent all afternoon there, walking among them. Time flew. At high tide they are all more-or-less covered, at low tide, exposed. At other times some can be seen in their entirety on the beach while others can be seen out at sea, up to their waists and necks in the water. The effect is uncanny and visually engaging. All the iron men are set facing out to sea, gazing at the passing ships (there are a lot of these, close by, as the beach is next to the docks) and the off-shore windfarm which, when we visited, was wrapped in a sea-fret that would have had Turner fumbling for his note-pad. In the end we made for a takeaway. We bought ourselves a pizza and returned to the beach with it, sitting in the car in the rain to eat it, along with a birthday cake we'd brought with us.