Well it felt like it as we drove across endless reclaimed treeless marshland and when we got there we were in the most desolate place.
The end of the world maybe?
But strangely appealing
The more that you look, the more that you see…
seaside gardens
and the reason that we came, this little black wooden fishermans cottage
not your conventional shots of a garden, but as I have mentioned before I prefer to look for shape and colour, the old galvanised dolly wash tubs are right up my street, even more so filled with driftwood, yes I will be copying this idea as I have the tubs at home and a large collection of driftwood.
I loved Jarman’s hut and garden, but the other gardens which are much less “constructed”, possibly some may think “abandoned or filled with junk”, but chippy paint, weathered wood & rusty metal, what’s not to like?
After an hour of wandering around tis desolate place I actually decided that it is industrial, remote and lonely but also very contemplative and beautiful.
Dungeness, not on the road to nowhere.
