Title • the comfort of structure

If I were a child I suspect that my feelings for Fleetwood beach would be much the same as for a treasured comfort blanket – it has a welcoming familiarity that I find calming – and in a week where I lost the will to breath, never mind the will to take photographs, it was a pleasure to spend an hour there this afternoon.

Anyway, apologies for the unscheduled delays with chromasia – things have been crap lately – but illness and technology permitting, things should get back to normal fairly soon.

Oh, and thanks for all the thoughtful comments on my last shot. When I've revived a bit I'll pick up the threads.