It's a cloudy Sunday morning in Newcastle upon Tyne and we're not sure if it's going to rain as we head out to the quayside markets. After strolling through them to the Millennium Bridge and back, with more and more blue sky appearing, we decide to risk going further afield. We catch a Number 21 Angel bus out to outer edges of Gateshead to see the Angel of the North.
Two things I've never associated with Liverpool are art or the beach. The Beatles - yes, of course. The River Mersey made famous in the Gerry and the Pacemakers song - yes, who hasn't heard it? Football (which I have absolutely no interest in) - yes again, 'fraid so.
But art? Really? And there's a beach?
A word about the beach. It's awesome. We lucked out with a blue-sky, only-slightly-breezy day. Expansive and surreal, even without the statues. The sky was littered with criss-crossing contrails and the beach with bombed building, red brick rubble, but very little actual litter; it's deservedly the recipient of the Keep Britain Tidy Quality Coast Award.
The Beatles, art and the beach - who knew Liverpool had it all?