The headmaster leaves the stage after morning assembly at Cowley Boys School in St.Helens in the late 1970s.
Early morning routine, taking a bus into St.Helens town centre from a bus stop in Haydock. Late 1970s.
Mum would have been on her way into work as a cleaner at Blundells on the corner of Chapel Street and my sister Susan would have been on her way to Central Modern school on North Road. I would have a second journey from town to Cowley boys school, sometimes also by bus but most of the time by walking.
Part of the daily drudge to wake up early and walk three quarters of a mile to the bus stop, nice on sunny days not so much on a grey rainy day.
The St.Helens I remember from my youth. I was thirteen and a half when I took this (I have a very clear memory of taking this image).
A miserable wet 1970 winters day in a northern town. The Victorians made the Industry but they also provided the park.
My photography started in the third year of secondary school, fellow 13 year old pupil Ian Griffiths showed me his Russian Zenith B camera and I just knew I had to get a proper camera and start taking photographs.
Circa 1977. Two adjacent frames from a roll of 120 film.
I was sitting between mum and dad. I dont think they noticed me taking the pictures. Later in life its easier to see how arguments between people can focus the energies to the exclusion of all.
I was 16 at the time and still can recall taking the photographs, using the camera as a way of distancing myself perhaps but years later the images help give me a better understanding of what was happening then.
I was in Bristol for the Wildscreen festival and decided to go for a walk.
In one of the city squares an area was cordoned off for rebuilding but you could still kind of walk around it.
I spotted these trees overgrowing a statue and it reminded me of a part of the conversation between David Attenborough and Chris Packam at a talk I attended the previous day,
For just a moment, they speculated how the natural world would recover well from the extinction of humans, they didnt dwell long on the subject aware that they may have overstepped some boundary.
In the city centre I caught a little glimpse of the possibility.