Recently clearing out my hong kong flat as my wife and i are empty nesters (our three children now all in the uk), i came across a large plastic bag filled with negatives, around 50 of them, tightly rolled and wrapped in thin tissue paper. the contents of the bag had not seen the light of day since i pressed the shutter of my camera in the heady summer of 1986, when i lived in beijing and also travelled by steam locomotive to the city of datong, shanxi province, famous for the fourth- and fifth-century yungang buddhist caves.

A young man, beijing Group posing with an imperial turtle stele in datong

The camera, a 1960s shanghai-manufactured seagull, is a replica of the twin-lens periscope camera used by chicago-based vivian maier, who evidently like me found satisfaction in simply pressing the shutter on that eternal moment expressed so poetically by the patron saint of street photographers, mr cartier-bresson. mine was bought with every spare yuan i had from a pawn shop on wangfujing, beijings oxford street. it cost rmb100, a weeks wages, earned as a junior teacher at beijing shifan daxue (beijing normal university), which specialised in teacher training. the camera did not come with a light meter and had no instructions.

Fortunately, i was young and unattached and time seemed abundant as did 120 black-and-white film and darkroom development was cheap. a recent graduate from leeds university, i had spent the past fourmonths teaching spoken english at beishida (as the university is known) and working for the newsweek bureau, while staying with a retired chinese couple in zhongguancun, the intellectual quarter of north beijing. the area was later to become the citys silicon valley. at that time it had a single telephone, sitting black, majestic and unused on the shelf of the local grocery shop.

A poster about bicycle and pedestrian safety The local water pump, datong Patrick dransfield taking photographs near the drum tower on a 2013 trip to beijing

For three months i dedicated myself to taking pictures. my daily cycle route consisted of a 30km round trip on my shanghai pigeon the rolls-royce of bicycles starting from beijing shifan daxue, then along the second ring road and by the lama temple, past the forbidden city and through the lanes that intersected thehutongs, to the diplomatic quarter, where i also earned precious us dollars as a researcher for newsweek correspondents jim pringle and carroll bogert. (i did get to speak to katharine graham by phone once during her visit to china but that is another story.) cycle, stop, click, enjoy the scene, chat (my putonghua, though basic, was comprehensible to beijingers), cycle and repeat. the day started at 6.30am and included a compulsory two-hour rest period after lunch as a consequence of low energy levels from the meagre diet. the whole city was shut down by 6pm. steam locomotives were a common sight and donkey traps still made their ambling way along beijings main thoroughfare, jianguomenwai. even then i knew that i was capturing a fleeting time, soon to be lost.

For me, a picture i call datong boys expresses a particular moment of liminality. taken from across thedesolate basin of the shili river directly facing the yungang buddhist caves, the boys stand between childand adulthood. china itself in the hot summer of1986 was at a liminal moment. deng xiaoping was firmly in power, and his prime minister zhao ziyang began enthusiastically implementing the open door policy to encourage foreign investment. even the most brutalised chinese intellectuals believed that their lives would never again be subjected to the sort of chaos seen in mao zedongs cultural revolution (1966-76). the future for china could only be up.

Pensioners in beijings hutong district, near the forbidden city Datong boys, the basin of the shili river

But already the transformation of the city was beginning. some areas appeared as a construction site with no end in sight. china it will be nice when its finished was a constant refrain between foreigners.

People in beijing were generous to this blond-haired, tall foreigner with his funny camera and avid interest inancient sites. but i was also conscious of the claustrophobic nature of chinese street life. surveillance in china has always been a fact of everyday life: youcannot escape into anonymity in a country ofmorethanonebillion souls.

What i observe today in these pictures but which did not impress me then the provincial english kid, liberated from the north of england for the first time was the grinding poverty of beijing and its surroundings, especially in the mining town of datong. how wretched must it have been to be reduced to selling hedgehogs onthe street for people to eat? and those spring onionsand winter cabbages sprawled across the dusty pavements comprised the staple diet for the vast majority of people back then.

A barbecue by the bikes on the beijing normal university campus View over datong

But i see also the communication of human warmth, humour and pride. a joy of being alive in the sunshine. and, as evidenced by the young students seen here, an expression of innate elegance in both their attire and demeanour without the designer brands, foreign travel and newfound wealth that was to come. and i see a longing for the new accompanied by an almost wilful disregard for the antiquities of the past as evidenced bythe discarded marble turtle steles with inscriptions from the emperor, marble bodhisattvas and ancient taoist tiles that i photographed scattered around the grounds of an old temple.

Pre-covid at any rate, beijingers remain warm and welcoming, but has material wealth brought greater happiness? it is not for me to say. but i am delighted that my negatives survived 34 years of neglect more or less intact. i treasure my memories of 1986 and am glad that my younger self thought of preserving something of that time.

Patrick dransfields exhibition track of time can be seen atthe foreign correspondents club, hong kong, until 31october, . he is donating 10 per cent of all sales tothe childrens cancer therapy development institute, . he lives in kowloon with his wife carmen and still takes pictures with vintage cameras using film. the seagull camera resides in a cellar in north london, in need of repair.

Billiard girl  children play billiards in the street in beijing A marble buddha lies discarded near the temple Boys play in the yugang caves, one of chinas earliest buddhist sites