A seaside town that borrows some of its aesthetics from other seaside towns – sweeties in jars, fishing nets look hopeful in an area where there are no living creatures.
War. War memorials and memory.
A greengrocer shouts out into the street.
Doors with more doors. Permissions need to be sought. A promise of openness hampered by structure.
Another possible universe is etched in iron showing how Seaham might have been, had the money not run out.
Olives and liquorice, ice-cream and wool.