Even at nine o'clock this morning I had to have the lights on because it is so dark and grey, in here and outside. It must have been the anticipation of this greyness that was behind my impulse to go back to Dungeness a couple of weeks ago, to catch as much of light as I could while it was there.
We found just what we wanted on an exceptional late September day, warm enough, masses of low cumulus clouds scudding across the blue. Beach, big skies, birds of prey, bumble bees, dragonflies, lakes, pebbles, shingle, wildfowl, wind. Not my words, but the ones you will find on RSPB website and they tell most of the story. Those dragonflies - there were masses of them, red, blue, striped, and harriers, sparrowhawks, kestrels. And there was the space and light, of course. I'd entirely forgotten, along with my sunglasses, just how bright it is out on the shingle.
|Dungeness, power station in the distance|
One day out on the shingle and marsh wasn't enough for me. We went back again a week later. This time I wanted to see the bones in the ossuary at Hythe, but we were too late - it closes on 30th September for visits. After a quick trip around Hythe, quite pretty as it happens, we mooched along to Dymchurch to sit on the rather fine seawall for a sunny home-made lunch and a cup of licorice tea. Praise be for the vacuum flask. Then we stopped off further down the beach road and found a sign pointing us to the acoustic mirrors or Listening Ears out on Denge Marsh.
|Out on the shingle, Listening Ears in the distance. Love that barbed wire|
|The Listening Ears|