Further Memories

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Further Memories

The following pics were taken by Peter ion the summer of 1959, who has fond memories of this desolate place – well it was in those days. The first being the now long gone ‘Experimental Station belonging to ……………………. followed by the first digging of the large hole that was to be the bowels of the ‘A’ station nuclear power reactor. And ‘they’ were told not to build it so close to the sea – but then ‘they’ know better.

Some missing images here

The last pic is of Peters lady wife at the New Roney railway station – agin in 1959

Peter writes:-

I knew Dungeness well during my childhood. Our family stayed in one of the “rescued” railway carriages known as “Mossy-Cot” between the Fog Horn and Lighthouse during 1946 and 1959.

I remember the filming with Googie Withers on the beach towards where the Power Stations are now. In 1959 I took a photo of the first works concerning the future Power Station and still have it!

I remember the RHDR railway track being twisted and unusable in 1946 but in good repair and with trains running again the following year.

There was a community then which has sadly been lost to many week-enders in the interim but I remember the Tart and Oiler families and became first interested in Lifeboats when watching a beach-launch in fog early one morning. I was seven years old!

It is my desire that Dungeness remains the beautiful and fresh-smelling area that I have been privileged to experience for a very long time and to say how fortunate anyone is to live there now.

You may also like to know that I have been a RNLI fundraising volunteer for some years now, due to my first experiences at Dungeness when Mr Tart was Cox’n.

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Born in Ashford a long time ago I have had a lifelong relationship with Dungeness having spent every year here for a fortnights holiday up to the age of 15. In those good old days there was no electricity and hence no radio, no running water and no adequate sewage solutions. Nothing to do other than enjoy the vast expanse of the Ness and all it offered for the young children of that era. Out after breakfast and back before nightfall. There were lakes to swim in. Same lakes to boat on (well large logs). A derelict school in which to play.(Add pic on school roof) Gun emplacements, underground shelters. Sheer bliss. That all ended at 16 when I joined the RAF, finally purchasing a shack – as indeed it was then – in 1971 for the princely sum of £750.00. Only 15 years prior to that we could not afford the £250.00 asking price for what was then known as ‘Windwhistle’, the former Queen Victoria’s Pullman carriage. Still there today but concealed behind painted shiplap. Leaving the mob I travelled, retuning ‘home’ as oft I could, and realistically, only becoming a permanent fixture since 1977. In those days there was a vibrant community here with annual gatherings for the Mayday festival – spit roast and all and open days at the Lifeboat station – with bosuns chairs, zip wires to keep the kids happy. I think Health and Safety put paid to that and other activities, as did the moving away of many locals. The result of which , today there are probably less than 40 persons residing here permanently, in probably less than 20 out of the 80 shacks still here. (I have been told not to use the word ‘shacks’ as now at £3000,00.00 plus they are desirable bungalows in a well sought after locale. So ‘Shacks’ they are! End.

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