Rented a car for a Sunday drive around Kent, the Garden Of England TM. We stopped for some oysters in the lovely Whitstable then made for the south coast to stroll around the strange and out-of-time Dungeness. It's an invitingly lonely shingle landscape punctuated with converted shacks, and the odd designer home, that buzzes to the low hum of the vast fifties power station that looms over the whole area. It feels like a simulacra of a western frontier town beamed to the English coast from Alpha Centauri. Here are a few snaps taken by my wife Liz and I that give a little taste of this curio of a place. We reacclimatised to reality with a quick zip to Camber Sands then headed back to the Smoke.
Thursday 3 June 2010
Kent Dash
Rented a car for a Sunday drive around Kent, the Garden Of England TM. We stopped for some oysters in the lovely Whitstable then made for the south coast to stroll around the strange and out-of-time Dungeness. It's an invitingly lonely shingle landscape punctuated with converted shacks, and the odd designer home, that buzzes to the low hum of the vast fifties power station that looms over the whole area. It feels like a simulacra of a western frontier town beamed to the English coast from Alpha Centauri. Here are a few snaps taken by my wife Liz and I that give a little taste of this curio of a place. We reacclimatised to reality with a quick zip to Camber Sands then headed back to the Smoke.
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