Visiting a place over a sustained period of time makes one aware of the fleetingness of all things. I have been recording the changes to the landscape in and around the town of Lyme Regis, Dorset for over twenty years, from the seeming permanence of its famed cobb to the west to the slumping erosion of its rusty waste-laden east-cliff beach. Famed for its jurassic remnants, I find the comparisons between differing rates of decay and levels of permanence intriguing. However durable we perceive life to be, all things are here for a moment, then vanished.