​​Blankets getting some morning air in Essaouira. 

​An old 1960s Vespa motor scooter found in the medina in Sousse. One of many.

​An abandoned fishing boat at Dungeness. More of my images from this place can be found here

​From a large house in the small town of Cavtat. I was told it was abandoned in 1991 during the Yugoslav Wars.

​Natural still life from abandoned farmhouse on Valentia Island, County Kerry.

​An abandoned farm cottage on the hills above Llandecwyn. 

​The usually stark but unusually green landscape near the Flinders Ranges of South Australia, following a 5-year long drought. Taken at sunset.

​An abandoned cottage on the Denbigh Moors in North Wales, uncovering the years.

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​It's become a bit of a cliché for photographers to head down to Dungeness for a day's shooting. When my wife told a guy from the same village as us, who's also a keen photographer, that I was away in England, in Kent, he apparently rolled his eyes skyward; he knew exactly where I had gone. But this boat graveyard really is a special place, though the boats and sheds are deteriorating fast. It's not exactly "England's only desert" as described by the ever-hyperbolic 'Daily Mail' a couple of years ago, but certainly one of its most unique and atmospheric, quiet and unromantically beautiful places. It's hard to imagine from these images that just a kilometre or so to the right as you look out at sea, there's a godawful ugly concrete nuclear power station.

​I'm told that a million people a year visit Dungeness. If so, they must all go together in summer. The crunch of my feet on the shingle and the squeal of seagulls was all I heard in March. I was fortunate enough to get an appropriate mackerel sky on one of the days I visited but I would have eagerly traded that for one the famous mists that drift in from the sea. That would really add to the eeriness. Maybe it'll happen next time I go all clichéd. More of my images from this location can be found here