A place I have visited so many times, as a kid, as a grown-up, a brother, a son, an uncle and a silly old man with a rangefinder camera; Bridlington is inextricably linked to my family; it is a place that evokes strong memories and continues to divide loyalties with so many conflicting views on the land that time forgot.
Bridlington is not always viewed favourably and is seen at best as 'a cultural magnet to the rich and famous' indeed you could argue that it fully deserves the title Bridlington; the land that time forgot.
http://www.timeout.com/travel/features/595/britains-other-best-towns. Once home to the largest Lada car park in Western Europe, Bridlington now has a world-class marina only a few feet from a medieval old town jammed with convivial hostelries. Alan Bennett comes here for fish and chips in the shadow of Flamborough Head’s chalk cliffs and David Hockney is in residence. Hockney’s recent paintings of the Yorkshire Wolds publicised the area’s understated beauty.
and at worst as 'The Chav Capital of the UK'
http://www.ilivehere.co.uk/bridlington-chav-capital-of-the-uk-without-doubt.html. A random patchwork of violent council estates and traveller sites by the murky waters of the North Sea makes this town one of the worst places to live in England even before the extra bonus of the entire Giro cashing population of Hull, Sheffield & Doncaster (three of the nastiest towns in the north) decamping here for the summer months.
Whatever the view, and whatever the weather, Bridlington is an amazing place to take some photos that truly reflect the state our nation has got itself into. I will let my Leica and the sea breeze do the talking.
Let me have your views on my photos and these comments, good and bad, I would love to compare notes on this rarest of places.