Every time I see the Gormley statue ‘Another Time’ I think that he must have had a premonition of Covid 19. There’s just something prophetic about the lonely person standing stoically on the shoreline, knowing that the tide will inevitably come in and engulf him, and that he must just hold his ground and take it, until gradually it goes out again. But then it will be back. There is nothing he can do but take it, again and again. He can’t beat the forces of nature. All he can is hope to survive it.
As inevitably as the tide will come in, I will keep photographing the statue, as I’m fascinated by it. For a change, this one is taken from a lower angle to show the seaweed, with a nod to T. S. Eliot’s poem ‘The Wasteland’.