I live close to the coast of North West England and along the water's edge lie a number of seaside resorts that once fluorished from tourism.
Now with an influx of immigrants - ethnic and social - filling the hotels and the promise of investment these areas are slowly changing shape and purpose.
Even with the so-called staycationers remaining in the locale or travelling here and with pockets of the places creeping back in to vogue with a lick of paint, there remains an almost otherworldly appeal to these places.
Framing the sights in my 6x7 Pentax over these early months before the dogwalkers and street cleaners arrive in their low numbers and with the still-winter sun scraping through, there is something here which, although slightly stained around the edges, compels a person to look closer.
