A Day in Dungeness
On the south tip of England sits Britain’s only desert.
Dungeness is one of Europe’s largest expanses of shingle, and home to an odd assortment of houses (many of them converted from old rail carriages), two lighthouses, a power station, and a miniature railway. It also happens to be home to The Pilot Inn, which used to be owned by my brother-and-sister-in-law, Niko and Rachel, and is now owned by Rachel’s sister, Sue… so you can guess why Terry and I rocked up there with the rest of the family on Sunday afternoon. It’s worth the trip for the fish n’ chips alone, folks (Or ham and chips, in my case, but I’m reliably informed the fish is amazing too), trust me on this.
Terry and I have visited Dungeness a couple of times now, but it’s one of those places I love going back to, because it has this unique, other-wordly atmosphere about it. The huge shingle beach is dotted with bright yellow flowers and the aforementioned houses (The black and yellow one in the photos was the home of Derek Jarman, and is pretty amazing), and I always think it feels like the place everyone would run to at the end of a zombie movie, as the apocalypse approaches. Um, I’m not really selling this, am I?
Luckily there were no zombies there on Sunday afternoon (Well, not unless you count me and Terry…), just lots of people enjoying a day at the coast, and some massive portions of fish n’ chips. I applied half a box of Bandaid to my blister, which allowed me to have a walk around in the Gold Flats of Death, although, honestly, if the sea had been closer, I might have been tempted to just throw them in.
This skirt, meanwhile, arrived a couple of days before we left for our trip, and turned out to be the perfect thing to pack, because, as well as being one of those dress-me-up/dress-me-down items, it also didn’t crease AT ALL in my suitcase (the Topshop skirt in my previous post was chosen for exactly the same reason). When I tell you I’m so anal about creased clothing that I have been known to pack the iron for weekends away, you’ll maybe get a small sense of just how much I appreciated that…