The Ghosts on Crosby beach

The problem with growing older is that it always seems that you have to attend more funerals as the years go by. Chris and I went over to Liverpool this morning for Nancy's, and as they go, it was a real celebration of a remarkable woman's life. The family priest, told her life story with candor and affection and the small choir sang quite beautifully, so all in all it was not a sorrowful service, but quite an uplifting and moving one. Before we met Nu and her family after they attended the crematorium, Chris and I went to Crosby beach to look at Antony Gormley's 'Iron Men' . The sculptures are quite stunning and rather frightening, and perhaps not the most apt things to be looking at on the day of a funeral, but the stillness and sunshine of the beach was relaxing and it seemed the just the right place to go.