I took the train down to Weston Super Mare to deliver my photos for the exhibition. A good productive journey all-round: did some work on the laptop going down, met the gallery-owner, got some photos of Weston then worked on them on the way home.
Growing up in Lancashire I always assumed that Blackpool and Southport were pretty much the only seaside resorts. When I was in London I could never believe people took Margate and Brighton seriously [no sand for starters]. When I lived in Worcestershire for a year people started talking about "going to Weston". Before today I had never been; I do not harbour any great sense of regret for that delay now that I have visited. Grim. But good for photos.
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