For those of you who don’t know, Dungeness occupies a spit of land on the south coast of England. It a flat, wild looking place, most notable, I think for its nuclear power stations, Dungeness A and B. However, its also home to a number of people, either on a permanent basis or as weekenders.
We went on a day out and I found it a strange and haunting place. Most of the houses are old beach huts, many of them have been extended or rebuilt, but there also the odd caravan as well, plus a pub and a narrow gauge railway runs from Romney up to Dungeness and then loops back and returns.
We spent an hour wandering round what represented a fairly desolate looking place and yet, within 20 minutes drive, we were back in what we would call civilisation. I could live on Dungeness though; I loved its sense of wildness.