One of my favourite towns is Great Yarmouth. Like all port towns it’s got a bit of an edge and swagger to it, but unlike most of its neighbours along the Norfolk coast it has managed to resist commodification by the well heeled Guardian readers fleeing the the depravities of London in a search for an England they remember from their childhood. Much of the old town including the market, where once you could see the herring catch, or traders juggling plates has, of course gone, having been replaced by something ugly designed by an expensive architect. Despite that Yarmouth still retains the spirit that Dickens found in it. If you go make sure you check out the Market Tavern - a proper local pub and Klobber & Western World on Regent Rd.

Negotiating a burst water main.
Mr Robin Platten of Brewer's Chip Saloon serving customers in funeral garb on their last day of trading at Great Yarmouth market. Brewer's has been trading since 1902 and will close when the market moves to a new area in the town.
St Nicholas Tavern, St Nicholas Rd.
Dog harnesses for sale.
A wet bank holiday Monday
Bikers on the Parade.
On Regent Road.
A customer at Gary Salmon's pie & peas stall on its last day of trading at the old market. The stall has been trading since 1946 and will close when the market moves to a new area in the town
Klobber & Western, Regent Rd.
The Market Tavern public house.
Hauling a crucifix past the Leisureland amusement arcade.
Market place.
Misery Memoirs for sale on the market.
Posters advertising the Freemen of the Land Movement
Puppetman entertaining the crowds.
A chip stall on the old market.
Marine Parade.