The beach at Lynemouth looking towards where the old seacoal camp used to be. There was a man with a four wheel drive foraging for metal so I tried to engage him in conversation but he wasn’t very forthcoming. He did say he used to gather sea coal and knew Trevor who ran the camp. Trevor was
Mik Critchlow’s cousin, and that is how the famous series by Chris Killip came about. I asked the man if he’d like a portrait but he wasn’t interested. He said he’d never agree to be photographed again after last time. Last time was when Killip and Amber made their film apparently. The man seemed
so unsettled by that experience that it put him off photographers altogether. It was an interesting interaction and I had a sense that words didn’t come easily because he’s a solitary person who doesn’t speak to people regularly. It’s a shame but you have to respect people’s decisions. I imagine
there’s a fascinating story waiting to be told and he had a weathered face which would have made for an outstanding portrait. Winning trust with someone like that would take an age if ever.