Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

More than three years later than this entry about Dungeness: 02/04/05, I still frequently imagine myself wandering across the shingle and ignoring the power stations, but instead peering into the ramshackle huts and gazing out to sea. When I last visited Dungeness, a few weeks ago, a storm was brewing. The end of a rainbow could be seen, and I ran against the wind, and over the shingle, trying to get photos of the rainbow, next to the striped lighthouse. In my photos, the rainbow is barely visible, and appears like a little blotchy aberration of colour.

The Pilot was closed, so I sat on the shingle, watching the clouds, imagining dowsing for water in the desert, and wondering who I'd meet if I spent every spare moment in Dungeness, perhaps waiting for the little huts to collapse more and more, so I could take photos of them from every angle.

The rain pounded down and my lightning-bolt umbrella turned inside out, again and again, as I rushed across from Derek Jarman's house to one of the huts I had photographed before, that had sadly fallen down some time ago and was lying sprawled out on the ground, abandoned.

Photos on Flickr: Dungeness.