Day 38 saw me in the “Gregg’s and Poundland” slow death town of Bridgend. If it weren’t for a meeting with the bank manager I wouldn’t have gone in. It so happened that the European Market was there, selling or trying to sell to the shambling masses. I felt so sorry for the Paella stallholder, his look of broken spirit shall haunt me for days to come. Still, I got my shoot for the day.