Late winter in 2019 I found myself on Crayford Marshes near Erith following a visit to Belvedere car pound. The landscape was bleak but had a certain unsettling magic about it. It’s a strange bit of land, quite tranquil with fields of horses, but the main industry in the surrounding area is metal recycling and it was full of fly-tips. As a result of the traffic much of the verge was covered in thick grey dust. It was freezing and I only had an hour or so before the light faded but I managed to take a few photographs to document the experience. Amongst the mess were a few objects which seemed loaded with symbolism; the white doors, the abandoned briefcase and the bunch of flowers. It felt like the end of the days.