The day started ninety degrees the wrong way, clothed except for trainers, after a night of two pound Red Stripes. Oh, and no phone. Nothing had to be done about anything until one, when we got roast beef and Yorkshire puddings.
Went to see the Klimt show in Liverpool, then drove out to Crosby, along the A565 through huge brick buildings that looked as if they had led hard lives. Beautiful blackened warehouses left to rot in what will surely be their twilight years, unless they are destined to be appartments. Past the Liver building expecting Bruce Wayne to appear at any moment. Liverpool is an amazing city.
Walked along the beach to look at Another Place, take some photos, and sink in sand that was a lot like mud.
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