I'm not sure what to say about this one - but it seems to work. This is mainly due to the coiled rope and the rather pompous seagull. It would make a good name for a pub, that would: "The Pompous Seagull"

For the best part of a decade this was the final part of my journey home from work in Doncaster. Train from Donny, race across town, then bus up to Crookes. They may have been dark days, but there was always a warmth about Sheffield that I'll never forget.

I don't think my original photo had any colour in it, so I must have added a touch at some point over the last 48 years. Not so much a touch, more a hint - a hint that has been largely ignored by the scene itself.

I've always enjoyed taking photos of pubs almost as much as drinking in them. This picture of Halifax's Ring O'Bells, next to Halifax Minster, was taken over 50 years ago. Much has changed over the last half century, but it is still just about recognisable.

One of two photographs I took of Quebec Street in Elland in the early 1980s. The street seems empty of people and almost empty of cars but full of atmosphere.

Can it really be sixty years ago that I took this photograph! I can still remember walking down the harbour and liking the curve of the rope and thinking “that might work”. No, it was only yesterday, surely. Only a moment ago. Only a lifetime ago.

In praise of photographic accidents. I'm not sure what went wrong when I took this photo - perhaps the sheep moved, perhaps I didn't have the camera set up right. Those serendipitous angels of image-making stepped in and left me with something pleasing in a woolly kind of way.

I think this was somewhere in the Potteries, but it could have been any of the triptych of locations - West Yorks, North Staffs, South Yorks - I spent the first half of my life in. The same streets, the same chimneys: but the same pride in hard work, the same social solidarity.

It's Week 2 of my "1001 Photos I Took Before I Died" series, and where better to start than the iconic Dean Clough in Halifax. Smoke, steam, muck and noise: the hashtags of mid twentieth century Halifax.