POLISH MEMORIAL

Yet again strong winds caused havoc with the small memorial to two young Polish Spitfire pilots who lost their lives here in 1944.

This time the cabinet frame blew open scattering the information across the beach. Fortunately a dog walker retrieved most of the exhibits and returned them. After drying out and re scanning they were replaced at the site together with wreaths from locals.

A new and more permanent memorial board is planned, and EDF have pledged to replace the existing with a more substantial item later in the year – and well in time for the re-scheduled memorial and dedication service postponed from April of this year.

R.I.P.

One of the early memorials created in memory of the pilot who crashed a few feet from this site. This photo taken in 1944 and courtesy of Andy Saunders from his article ‘Dungeness Spitfire’

About the Author: Mike Golding

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 old railway sleepers). A derelict school and long disused railway station in and on which to play. 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 £150.00 asking price for what was then known as ‘Windwhistle’, reported to be one of Queen Victoria’s entourages carriages. Still there today, sold last year (2022) and still awaiting planning permission to re construct, but the original structure still 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 20 families residing here permanently, (I have been told not to use the word ‘shacks’ as now, at £650,000.00 plus they are 'desirable bungalows in a well sought after locale'. So ‘Shacks’ they are! End. P.S A few originals left to rent from £500 per week.