The lady who was the bell ringer in the little church we visited told us that an village called Dungeness was an interesting place to visit. It’s located at the end of Kent at the ocean. It has the unfortunate luck to have an enormous nuclear plant there but if you turn your back to it, there’s just the view of the ocean. She told us to look for the home of a famous English director, now deceased, Derek Jarman. It turned out to be a very photographic house painted black with yellow trim.
There was a whimsical garden where along with plants, debris from the ocean and rocks made interesting decorations.
It was a strange area. Shacks and large boats were standing a long way from the ocean and there were old tracks used to move the boats to the water. There wasn’t sand, as you can see, but what the English called shingle and what I would call deep gravel.
A long wooden pathway out to the ocean. The people seemed to enjoy doing just what you would do in sand. It was a very wide area with deep wide ditches formed by the ocean. If we hadn’t been so early we could have had fish and chips. I never did have any while in England, darn it.