Some lovely footage of an unlovely submarine in Plymouth Sound, filmed by standing half-in half-out of the bedroom window in Beaumont Avenue. In the foreground is washing hung out to dry by June from a few doors down. June would defend her territory – her husband’s parking space in front of their house – using buckets and mops.
One of the towels is a giant American Express card which felt quite poignant – a symbol of US economic power owned by a poor family, foregrounding a NATO symbol of covert power. June told me about her childhood in a neighbourhood, a warren of terraces which were demolished after WW2, and how she collected scrap metal from a local bombed church with her mother.