Chrissie Callaghan Photographs

//Chrissie Callaghan Photographs

Chrissie Callaghan Photographs

A couple of weeks ago I was contacted, through the website, by a lady (now known as Chrissie Callaghan) who said she was paying her first visit to the area from somewhere ‘up North’ – well beyond Watford Gap anyway. However her journey was to be via Hastings, from where she would walk to Rye, stay overnight and then hire a bike for the trip to Dunge. She gave up the cycle ride in favour of public transport and then spent the rest of the day meandering, as one does, taking the odd ‘snap shot’! As you can see from below the results are far from mere snapshots but well composed photographs and all the better from being produced in black and white.

The B&W pictures are missing

By |2018-11-02T05:19:27+00:00November 25th, 2016|Media|0 Comments

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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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