6:04 AM, Bournemouth Pier in Bournemouth Pier, Dorset, UK
Throughout the summer, tens of thousands of people flock to Bournemouth on the weekends.
No longer merely a quiet place to retire, Bournemouth has in the last ten years become a focus for partying. After the UK relaxed it’s licensing laws a few months ago, Bournemouth was the only town in the country to approve every single late license application made by its numerous bars and clubs. On Friday and Saturday nights throughout the summer, the excesses go on until the small hours – it can be fun. Sometimes it turns ugly.
Sometime around daybreak, there’s always a few revellers left milling around the kebab shops and taxi ranks in town. Some of them don’t have a hotel room. Some of them just don’t want to go to bed. Slowly however, they all gravitate towards the beach – the 7miles of sand that is the backbone of the towns economy, and in the early hours of the morning, a surreal place where the repetitive waves and strengthening sun dulls any aggression or euphoria from the previous night.
During the summers of 2006 and 2007, I made repeat visits to the Bournemouth seafront early on Saturday and Sunday mornings, to find the dreamlike quietness punctuated by a scattering of survivors from the night before.
Place you live: Bournemouth, Dorset – UK
Occupation: Photographer and Tutor
Preoccupation: Running. Lots of running.
A perfect day in Bournemouth? A day out mountain biking through the Purbeck Hills and the Jurassic Coast (a world heritage site), stopping at the amazing Square and Compass Pub on the way home for a pie and a pint.
A perfect meal in Bournemouth? It’s a rare treat (i try to eat pretty healthily!) but the fish and chips served up by the guys at Chez Fred in Westbourne is heavenly.
A little known fact? Even though Bournemouth is out on a limb, it has a nationally recognised Arts University College. Photographic Alumni include Nick Knight and Wolfgang Tillmans.