Took advantage of a break in the ghastly summer weather and went to Dungeness. Had lunch of fish’n’chips at the Pilot Inn. Its very popular. Get there early for a table. After lunch we drove along the road towards the lighthouse. I’ve been there quite a few times in the past, so we didn’t go right along. I think the light at Dungeness can be good for photographers, but you have to pick your time. I don’t think it was particularly favourable, probably too bright, but I got a shot of one of the many tatty old fishing boats and made it a mono for some mood.
After that, we drove back along the coast towards Littlestone and I caught sight of some sails just peeping above the dunes. We parked and I went to see what was going on. The tide was well out and there were some buggies racing up and down the sand. The wind was blowing really strongly, coming off the land towards the sea, oddly.
The riders were finding it quite challenging, as can be seen by the one wheel high in the air. The loose sand was blowing in the wind and I decided I’d had enough of being blown about and we headed inland.
I’d seen a superb shot of a little church in the marshes by a friend, but I’d never known about where it was. So I googled it and found the little church of St Thomas a Becket at Fairfield.
Sat nav isn’t much use as it doesn’t have a postcode! So it was a case of dig out the analogue navigation device (once known as a map).
As can be seen from Google earth, its pretty remote, and surrounded by ditches which were pretty full of water, thanks to the recent downpours. Fairfield lies between Brookland and Brenzett in a deserted part of Walland Marsh. This area was ‘inned’ and reclaimed from the seas in the 13th century. We found our way off the A259 and soon came across it. There’s a little lay-by near the gate. There’s no path, you just tramp across the fields where there are sheep, minding the poo and the puddles.
The day was too bright to get the sort of moody, brooding shot I’d seen before – a return visit in the winter is in order. but I thought this was a peaceful country shot showing the extent of the marshes and the isolation of the church.
After that we went to find Little Cheyne Court Wind Farm, or at least as near as we could get. You can see the massive 30-odd wind turbines from Dungeness, and driving towards them they never seem to get any closer. Eventually we saw a concrete pull in and a barred gate. So that was as near as we were going to get.
After that we headed for Appledore and home. On the way through Appledore I spied a super looking tea shop called Miss Mollett’s High Class Tea Room. It was a bit too late for tea, but next time I am there I am going to call in. Sounds irresistible.