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I took a photo excursion with colleague and friend Eleonora down to Dungeness. It’s a beautiful place on the Kent Coast, but beautiful in a very eerie way. It feels very elemental – still, until we approached the sea, which growled below us on a steep shelf from the shingle beach.

It’s famous for a few things; there are two lighthouses, Dungeness crab, the artist/film maker Derek Jarman Lived there, there’s a huge nuclear power station right on the beach, it has a couple of abandoned villages, acoustic mirrors and is home to a range of species that don’t exist anywhere else in the UK.

Years ago I went there after breaking up with someone I had been with for a long time. It was an emotional time, and the environment was somehow apt to my situation. It felt really unreal. So, understandably, I was both curious and, to be honest, a little apprehensive of how It would feel to revisit. I can tell you it still feels really unreal as a place. Like it’s at the edge of the world, and it’s full of ghosts – it’s good to face your ghosts.

Winter Spell

I took this in a place called Kilrush in Ireland a couple of years ago when I was visiting my grandmother, who wasn’t very well.
It was either December or January and the sea mist had crawled inland each morning, the cold weather had also brought a snap of frost so the mornings looked like this. I remember thinking that this is what Winter meant, that the world had been suspended and time had stopped.
The morning we left we awoke to snow, a different landscape, time had resumed its normal pace and the spell of the frost and mist was broken.