I spent a sleepy Monday morning meandering around the 'Vegas of the North' with a roll of Portra 400 in my Pentax Super ME.
Having spent many a weekend and evening in Blackpool as a kid, it was somewhat surreal to explore a different side of the famous seaside town. Walking down the promenade, I was used to seeing blokes selling all kinds of illuminated paraphernalia off the back of a cart to passing revellers, multicoloured vintage trams rattling past, to the soundtrack of ringing bells as a lucky punter struck gold on a slot machines or teddy pickers in one of the countless arcades.
Instead I discovered a much more tranquil, peaceful place. Many of the late night attractions were still to open, the arcades almost empty. A handful of people taking their chances jumping the chain on the promenade to make the most of the beach before it disappeared beneath the approaching tide.
A very different Blackpool to one that I'd ever experienced before.