I was born and spent my early childhood on the Kent coast of England. I can remember, even back then, I always preferred the quiet deserted beaches to the busier tourist spots with their shops and arcades. Some of my most vivid memories of that time are of walking with my Dad on the beaches below the famous white cliffs of Dover, specifically the area between Dover and Folkstone known locally as "Shakespeare Cliff" round to "The Warren". It seemed like most of the time we were the only people there and I remember it having a wonderful moody and desolate feeling about it. My Dad always liked to go down there after there had been high winds or a storm because you could always find the most interesting and fascinating things washed up on the beach and he was right. There was a particular outcrop of rocks that was always completely full of dazzlingly coloured piles of smooth "sea glass", treasure to a young boy like me. Another area was full of Iron Pyrites "fools gold" which to me, seemed as good as the real thing. Exotic bottles, shells from unknown sea creatures, pieces of wreckage or flotsam from long sunken ships and old coins were just some of the things I made my poor Dad carry back home for me in his bulging rucksack. I still love the atmosphere and ambience of a deserted beach, especially after a storm, and that feeling of not knowing what you might discover washed up on the shore. The tracks on this album are a love letter to those times I spent beachcombing with my Dad and the feelings that they invoked in me then and still do to this day.