Until the age of 8 years, I was brought up on council estates on the outskirts of Scarborough, a seaside town in North Yorkshire. On 19th March 1963 we moved into the town itself, which opened up a whole new range of possibilities for escape and adventure. I explored the town and particular places as if I owned them. This was a fantastic time for me: an intrepid explorer in my own town, hidden amongst the holiday-makers and day-trippers.
I have decided to embark on a long-term project looking at those special places of my boyhood wanderings, and these images are where I have got to so far. They are not intended to be a record of what was and I have tried to avoid the merely nostalgic. Rather they are images made of what I see there today and what captures my eye now, through the filter of decades.