No one dares breath. No one dares leave.
I followed the tracks from the seas’ edge to a pit, hidden in the dunes… what are they?
Many shots todays. Lunch time nearly finished, when my attention was caught by the screaming of seagulls. The brewery, “Brains,” must have been chucking out food. The went crazy, I got a shot.
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.