Mid morning we could hear different sounds outside - this group of young people were trying to discover how to coordinate a team of up to a dozen so that they progressed more or less in the set direction. Some never managed to get it right whilst others shot off at some speed.
After lunch we walked across to the Tate Modern, albeit with only a short time to visit. Along the way we noticed that the numerous food outlets, predominantly ice cream and, were all based on vintage vehicles.
The ground floor does not have much exhibition space which was filled with this installation work by Sol Calero who was born in Venezuela but works mainly in Europe. The brightly decorated 'bus' was a framework for a video work - alas we really did not make much of it!
Up then ti the next floor where the main display, Constellations, comprised two groups of works selected to illustrate the interconnections between various artists.
We will let your, dear reader, work out which is which!
The Machine Minders, by Ghisha Koenig, made us smile especially reading the accompanying note which said that "the factory's information manager stated that is unlikely that they would have gotten away with standing idly by" as they minded vats at in ink factory in Kent.
Another part of this floor is a collection that is regularly changed and aimed at encouraging local schools, especially primary, to bring groups to visit. Each item is accompanied by, not only a description, but also a question to consider.
The Grain Weevil asks "Can unpleasant things be beautiful if we look at them differently?"
After Lunch which plays with representation - the picture of the outside world looks more real than the inside - then asks "Which parts of this picture do you like best? Would they work as well without the different styles?"
The last exhibit we looked at was a video installation items called Blindly 2010 by a Polish artist. It shows a group of visually impaired people (they all seemed to have no sight or lost it, some though accidents) as they seek to depict the world as they see it. They way in which they talked about what they were doing proved to make a very moving video.
As we failed to find a church for yesterday morning we decided to go to Choral Evensong today at the cathedral. At the top of the hill we had enough time to succumb first to the temptation of an iced treat from the van outside!
We were sat in the quire and the service was sung by the choir girls, who were joined by some of the boys.
As we walked back down the long Duke Street (now downhill!) we had more energy to look at the buildings, many of which were typically large and imposing in the style of many Northern cities.
This one indicated that it was the city's first public library.
A mural painted on the end gable wall of one property caught our eye - not that we knew what it was at the time. Later we discovered that it was one item created by a Chinese write Lu Pingyaun as part of the Liverpool Biennial in 2016. The web site says that he "writes stories as a way to express his artistic points of view. These stories are enigmatic and spiritual, sometimes accompanied by fear. "
The following morning Mike was off to Liverpool Central station rather early, catching a train just after 7 back to Maghull. The car was parked about five minutes walk away. The journey back was rush hour but he was back at Salthouse not long after 8! We did not have much to load into the car as it is but a short visit home, although by this time rain began to arrive.
Escaping the car park was a little tricky as the pay station was broken but at least the barrier could be operated remotely and we were asked to pay at another parking area at the other end of the dock. Eventually we were able to be honest even though the next machine was also broken! In the end Christine enlisted the help of a parking attendant to find a means of paying . . . The rest of the journey back was uneventful although tedious as light drizzle persisted until we were nearly home, with plenty of spray thrown up by vehicles. Speed was reduced for most of the time.
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