A monumental early morning, my first time with Rusty Reg on his own. Look II by Antony Gormley is usually surrounded by people rod fishing. They don’t really appreciate people wanting to take pictures and I don’t really appreciate taking pictures with bits of fishing rod altering the silhouette of a fine piece of sculpture.
This morning, no fishing, some early morning sunshine and a lot of lovely rust.
Not all of it of the monumental kind.
Just behind Look II there is a commemative plaque, slightly monumental, that celebrates the achievement of Francis Chichester.
And then, just a few steps away, was a monumental Seagull shit. So utterly monumental I had to put my coffee cup down to give a sense of proportion.
I am so very glad I side stepped that. Monumentally glad.