A few miles out of Brighton travelling west is a place called Shoreham on Sea. Cross the bridge south onto the Brighton Road, take a left more or less immediately, and you will find the Shoreham houseboats. Given that one is actually an old minesweeper, another has a top deck made out of two halves of a bus, and that most of the others are cobbled together out of old cars, sheds, garden conservatories and any other conceivable kinds of scrap, the words ‘house’ and ‘boat’ might not immediately spring to mind when looking at them. Nevertheless, people have lived here in these extraordinary ramshackle dwellings for decades, in a small local community that is still resisting the standardisation and gentrification that infects so much of the rest of the world. I hope they survive for many years to come.