There’s a place on the Mersey estuary, very close to where I grew up, called Rock Park. In the olden days it must have been a very desirable place. Before they built the oil terminals, before the ship building and other industry spread all along the river, this part of the river must have been a beautiful waterfront. There are still very large and very grand private houses there, many of them listed buildings, but now surrounded by council houses, a bypass, and the very sad-looking river. It’s looking up though and I think the residents all round are starting to make it a better place again. I only had eyes for the colours and textures but a proper photo-journalist job would have shown the regeneration as well.