Old radar station
The new lighthouse
Boardwalk to the sea (all that shingle was
hard work to walk on!)
The base of the new lighthouse, which
reminded me of a large ocean liner
To the beach
The Serious Camera on the Serious Tripod
(all these shots taken with my trusty LX3)
The usual "my feet" shot
(it was hotter than I'd anticipated, wish I'd worn
sandals instead of Chucks)
Bits of crab and skull
See my 365 Project for the arty version for the of this
A barnacle encrusted crab arm
Hmmm, I thought Lithium was for something
entirely different ...
After taking all the above photos, I was desperate for a cup of tea and a sit down, so wandered along to the cafe by the station for The Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway, bought myself a steaming mug of Earl Grey and sat outside in the shadow of the nuclear power station (as you do) to drink it. Sat there looking up at the old lighthouse and debated with myself whether or not to go up it - was quite warm and didn't really fancy a steep climb, but the tea restored me and I decided that I would really regret it if I left Dungeness without going up. Left the Nikon and hugely heavy camera bag/tripod in the car, and went in with my little LX3.
Oh boy, did I need this tea or what!
The wonderful psychedelic lighthouse lens
For those interested to know more
(I was going to type this out, but now can't be bothered)
I liked "U"
Some of the brass markers showing points of the
compass around the interior of the lighthouse
That's my car down there!
(top row, sixth from the right)
Looking towards the new lighthouse
The nuclear power station
Shadow of the lighthouse
The lighthouse guide
Lighthouse keeper's family from way-back-when.
I loved their squinty frowns (even the baby!)
Self portrait in the gift shop at the base of the lighthouse
After this I really was cream-crackered, and whilst the light was nice after more than six hours I'd had enough (although I still hadn't found Derek Jarman's cottage with the cactus garden, which I particularly wanted to see), so rather reluctantly packed up and set off home. I knew it was called "Prospect Cottage", and of course I spotted it as I was driving away, but knew I'd have to save that one for another time.
About ten minutes into the journey I was yawning hugely (much like a Hippopotamus), and even singing tunelessly along to "Parallel Lines" wasn't enough to stop me ;) At home I uploaded all the photos from both cameras to the computer, but no more work - had an evening of food, drink and catching up with all the pap telly I had missed earlier in the week, before heading to bed by 10pm (incredibly early by my normal standards) - it seems like a 5.30am start and a day of sun and sea air had done me in!
For more information on Dungeness, check out this delightful website http://www.dungeness.org.uk/