Dungeness, Kent is strange, spooky, and lonely. As a visitor you could be standing in a ghost town in the desert but really, you’re on the southernmost point of the Kent coastline. The wind blows, the water is choppy and you’re standing on gravel and small stones. The light is weird. I didn’t smell the sea.
Abandoned boats and fishing huts lie on one of the longest pebble beaches of the world, with a huge energy plant looming in the background. It feels as though it is dry but there is an amazing nature reserve, where plant life (over 600 different types), wild birds and invertebrate animals are studied.
Lighthouses have been built here since the early 1600’s as the headland is extremely dangerous: the sea has been retreating over the centuries, leaving the shoreline to grow slowly but surely.
There is a small village. Really small. There are a few scattered houses occupied by fisherman and others who just want to be away from crowded society. The late artist and film maker Derek Jarman built a house here.
It’s a wild place and it’s left me feeling truly haunted. I’ll go back again sometime to take some more photos, eat some fish and tank up on the strangeness factor.