​It’s peculiar to know that some solid objects have been demolished or destroyed and people have died and can no longer be seen or touched apart from through photographs, films or memories. They've become ghosts. For some, anchors are important and for others unimportant. Cutting the chains can free us to move on to new waters but cutting too many can see us drifting in a way we can’t always control. Finding the balance between them is tricky and what I hope I have achieved here - a flirtatious dance with the past: my hometown Darlington as I remember it from earlest memories in 1968 up until 1978.