I was tidying out the attic a few days ago, and came across a box of undeveloped films. I’m hoping to process them all over the next few weeks, and this was one of the first ones to get done. They are shots of Cromer. I can’t remember taking these photographs, but it’s clear that the film had lain around for some time – maybe about fifteen years – and it had deteriorated somewhat, which is evident from the quality of the prints. Having said that, the images themselves are reminiscent of the way memories deteriorate when locked away in the mind, and then suddenly (and unexpectedly) exposed to the light.