Port Mulgrave started it’s life in the mid 19th century as an Ironstone mine. The Ironstone was then shipped up to Jarrow on Tyneside to be used for shipbuilding. The harbour is still there, albeit badly damaged, as is the entrance to the mine, which is about 10m above the harbour, in the cliffside.

Growing up around Teeside, South Gare was somewhere that we used to visit a lot. Back then, it was home to the blast furnaces of the steel works. From the road out to South Gare, at the right time of the day, you could sometimes see them pouring the molten steel - it never ceased to amaze me as a kid

A couple of weeks ago, I had a day to work on my project. I’ve not had many lately as work has been busy & I’ve just not had as much time as I’d have liked to work on my own photographs. As I write this, I’m hoping to get out tomorrow, but already my list of things that I need to do before I go is growing. I might just ditch the ‘to do’ list. I need to see the sea again.

Scarborough is somewhere that’s special to me. I can’t visit the place without it bringing back memories of childhood holidays in a time before jumping on a plane and heading for the Med was really a thing. It’s easy for those memories to resurface because the touristy South Bay of Scarborough really hasn’t changed that much since the 1970’s/80’s.

Last weekend, I was taking my daughter over to see the Humber Bridge. Admittedly, it’s probably not that high on most 9 year old girls ‘Dream days out’ list, but she’s into engineering and science, so we thought we’d have a look at a big suspension bridge. Unfortunately one of my front tyres had a different plan for the day & blew out on the M62, so the science & engineering field trip turned into a lesson on how to change a wheel at the side of the road.

Around this time last year, 2024, I started to document the Leeds Arts Centre’s theatre production of William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I wanted to follow the process, from the first read-throughs of the script, with all of the hopefuls, right through to the performance. In a departure from my normal style of working, almost all of the project was photographed in Black & White too. It was a creative choice right from the start. I don’t know why I don’t work in Black & White more, because I love it. It’s just that it hasn’t really been the suitable medium for what I’ve been working on I suppose. I’m happy with how it’s worked in this case though & I’m happy with the decision I made at the start.

For the next installment of my Yorkshire: Shifting Sands project, I wanted to move away a little from the erosion & environmental changes that the coastline is undergoing to start looking at some of the social changes.

Bridlington is the southernmost of Yorkshire’s ‘big’ seaside towns.

As recently as 15 years ago, the coast road between Ulrome & Skipsea was the main bus route between the two small seaside towns. Having a regular bus service meant that the local caravan park was a thriving summer destination for people to enjoy the miles of sandy beach.

The Shed is an odd place. I have a regular route that I ride on my bike. It’s a 20 mile loop around the nearby villages & serves, through Summer, as my morning ride. I must have ridden it maybe 50 times? I have never seen this shed before.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to Easington beach. I think I was probably 8 or 9 years old last time. lt has changed in that time. The beach as grown considerably wider. Much of East Yorkshire’s coastline is made of soft clay. The cliffs were never going to be able to withstand the constant battering from the North Sea. Over the years, they have worn away, gradually depositing the wartime defences that used to protect the coast, on the beach.