Dungeness, Kent That is an uncovered atmosphere, buffeted by maritime winds, the closest the UK will get to a desert. However lichen heath is taking maintain
The huge shark’s tooth of shingle that’s Dungeness protrudes into the strait of Dover. Although the sky is overcast, as I drive on to the promontory the sunshine intensifies, reflecting from the ocean on to the flint pebbles. It’s like strolling right into a room with glass partitions.
That is an historical, undulating, seaside dotted with outdated deserted boats and sheds. Millennia in the past the ocean deposited 40 sq. kilometres of shingle right here, sifting it into ridges of smaller pebbles and troughs of bulkier ones. Above the shoreline, Dungeness is a static shingle platform, an enormous, flat cairn.