We recently spent an enjoyable hour or so wandering among the fishing boats and clutter of Hastings beach with a couple of rolls of FP4+ tucked in the bag. I've been shooting film more often of late and there’s something about using film in a place like this that feels right: the measured pace, the small rituals of winding on and checking the frame counter, and the quiet satisfaction of knowing you won’t see the results until later. Hastings, with its jumble of history, grit, and working seafront, seems to reward that kind of slow looking.