In 1995 I was drinking in a pub in Hull with a well know local tramp. For the price of a drink he gave me his life story, this took me to a place called Spurn Point, a slender spit of land stretching 2km out into the North Sea. I’ve been going back ever since.
A lifeboat community, once a military installation, now a nature reserve. In 2010 I spent 6 months working as the Yorkshire Wildlife A.I.R on Spurn with the lighthouse as my studio.
Every time I visit, Spurn has changed or moved, histories and sediment washed away then new ones built back up, concrete crumbles and defences broken but the erosion of cliffs provides for more dunes and the spit continues.