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Actually sound mirrors were used successfully (they had been developed back in the later stages of WWI), however the rapid improvement in aircraft performance eroded the early warning margin they provided and then radar came along...
These were never used.
 
It looks like a desert so that's good enough for me


It gets the same amount of rain as elsewhere in the area, there are no deserts in the UK. Oddly this is a desert:

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Went down for the day at the weekend...

I forgot to charge my camera and my mate had a hissy fit because he didn't want to walk around on the beach..... so frankly a shit day out.

Ill go back on me own I think.
 
Went for a drive in the general area of Dungeness today, took a few pics using my ancient iPhone SE between Lydd and Camber.

I’m a lover of bleak and desolate landscapes so grey weather on the marshes meant I was like a dog with two dicks.

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Dungeness in 2012, went on a very quiet bleak January weekday. Not many folk around. I'm guessing the locals aren't terribly keen on regular coachloads of Guardianistas turning up sobbing into their scented hankies at Propsect Cottage (Jarman's old place) so the publicity around that was low-key...off-season anyway.

It's a good place to go and clear your head, take a day away from others, so ideal for misanthropes and the monosyllabic. Would be nice to return on a hot Kent summer day I suppose but there are so many other areas of coastline there still to have a look at.

I found Dymchurch, where a Martello Tower replaces Prospect Cottage, and empty ice cream parlours that look like they were last open in 1978, much bleaker tbh.


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I once ran a marathon along the sea wall / path thing at Dymchurch on a full morning in December.

Morrissey was probably thinking of the town when he wrote Everyday Is Like Sunday
 
We kids used to sit on the sea wall all summer, and walk it from Littlestone out to Dymchurch and back. Greatstone too, but the sea wall runs out before you get there. We’d go to Greatstone for the dunes and the amusement arcade. Penny drops and Asteroids, and one of those fortune telling gypsy machines. The adults would take us for sit down fish and chips once each summer, they’d all get ripped on g&t and wine and we’d sneak their left overs. Once in a while there’d be a desultory fun fair and the girls would all fall in love with the roustabout boys on the waltzers while the boys stared at them and tried to copy them.

The fish and chip place was Tony’s. A pretty normal seaside restaurant at the front and a posh carpeted bit at the back for dates. The menu was exactly the same in both halves : Taramasalata (Tony was Cypriot), half a grapefruit with a dried cherry on top. Fish and chips, chicken and chips, pie and chips. Apple pie and ice cream, treacle tart and ice cream.
 
Yeah, it can be pretty grim round those parts. I love it though.

I took someone down there for a weekend break once. I kept saying “isn't it wonderful“ and they kept looking sideways at me. Afterwards, they said they’d hated it, it felt like someone had put the lid on and screwed it down tight.

But when it’s bright, when the sun is shining, the skies go on for ever, stretched out over the flat land in a way that can become unsettling. It can make you (or me) feel a bit unbalanced, the land is so much smaller than the sky that it feels as if I’m standing on a disc with edges I could fall over. I like that precarious untethered feeling. Makes my stomach swoop.

That‘s inland though. And now that it’s not all sheep fields from horizon to horizon it‘s probably less noticeable.
 
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