A nuclear power station, two lighthouses, massive acoustic sound mirrors, random houses/vehicles/objects placed along the beach and plenty of shingle.
Dungeness is one of the most bizarre places I have ever been to.
It was, as I would imagine, the end of the world to be.
It wasn't the silence that terrified me, it was the subsequent lack of quiet
In the end (with a little help from some locals) we managed to get as close as we possibly could.
It was almost a relief to not have a camera, because mostly I get so caught up in documenting the places I visit, I forget to really enjoy them. In this case, all I had was mama's 25 year old Yashica Electro. Despite having being taught how to use this (when I was 6 years old), of course I didn't have a clue. So, with a little help from Lewis, I managed to take some photos (few actually came out half decent, others not so good)
[word of advice - If you're heading to Dungeness, wear appropriate shoes to avoid tearing the pair you think might withstand the shingle. I've realized I have the worst possible judgement when it comes to deciding which shoes to where when. This has resulted in the binning of 2 pairs in the past 2 weeks.]