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Memories Continued

Having seen the lovely picture of the school with all the proud school children circa 1940 below is how it looked like after Hitler decided to close it.

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Taken around 1950 it shows the author and, younger, Uncle on the rather unstable roof. No one had heard of ‘Health and Safety’ in those days. Rather sad really as there seems to be very little left for the ‘adventurous’ growing up these days.

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The railway station, taken at the same time, had simply run into disrepair.

This line ran past the old school and provided an additional playground for youngsters.

Still looking for a photograph of the original ‘Britannia’ pub, which had been burnt out. But still inside was the old ‘Joanna’ which still made a good noise by plucking the strings.

And of course, even in the ‘Fifties’ there was still no running water, electricity or means of sewerage disposal.

Water came from a pump in the beach – usually situated in the kitchen. Some shacks had small pot bellied multi fuel heaters – otherwise nothing as there was no electricity. Light came from paraffin lamps or pressurised mentholated spirit contraptions and just can’t remember how we heated food or made hot water – possibly from an adaption of the aforementioned pressure lamps. Milk was delivered in bulk and was collected from the lorry in jugs. Fish were caught by tying hooks to a line with a large pebble with a hole through it – and a length of rope with a wooden handle or in the mackerel season hooks were floated from sealed bottles that simply floated about.

Back stays were the order of the day – like flip flops but made of flat pieces of wood – to stop one sinking into the beach (yes there was no vegetation in those days so no believing English Nature saying so many plants have been here forever are are indigenous to the area).

And finally the bucket with the human waste was taken over to the sea at high tide. Frequently one got their own back if the wind was blowing the wrong way.

Those were the days.

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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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