Photography by Gary Hill
It's probably become a bit of a cliché for photographers to head down to Dungeness for a days shooting. When my wife told a guy from the same village as us, who's also a keen photographer, that I was away in Kent, England he apparently rolled his eyes skyward; he knew exactly where I had gone. But this boat graveyard really is a special place. Not exactly "England's only desert" as described by the ever-hyperbolic 'Daily Mail' a couple of years ago, but certainly one of its most unique and atmospheric, quiet and unromantically beautiful places. It's hard to imagine from these images that just a kilometre or so to the right as you look out at sea, there's a godawful ugly concrete nuclear power station. I'm told that a million people a year visit Dungeness. If so, they must all go together in summer. The crunch of my feet on the shingle and the squeal of seagulls was all I heard in March. I was fortunate enough to get an appropriate mackerel sky on one of the days I visited but I would have eagerly traded that for one the famous mists that drift in from the sea. That would really add to the eeriness. Maybe it'll happen next time I go all clichéd. Meanwhile, here's some images.
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