Romney Marsh Wind Turbines Version 2

This cropped version of my previous post was suggested by Steve Murphy. The closer crop to the turbines emphasises them, and makes the composition have more impact.

It’s always interesting to get feedback on my photos. I spend quite some time looking and processing the pictures I take, but you can get to close and familiar with them. A fresh perspective can help refine and improve the image.

Romney Marsh Wind Turbines

The Romney Marsh Wind Farm opened in July 2009. There are 26 turbines that apparently generate electricity for 33,000 homes. I say apparently because wind power may not be as efficient as the power companies will have us believe, producing only 10% of capacity one third of the time according to some recent research.

The siting of the turbines on the marshes was strongly opposed, for the reasons outlined in this excellent article, but the government got its way so up they went. They are now an unavoidable part of the marsh scenery.

They stand within sight of Dungeness Power Station which has electricity pylons marching in a straight lines across miles of the marsh. Neither the power station or the pylons can be considered attractive to look at.

In comparison the pylons seem much less industrial and a more natural fit to this landscape, even adding an interesting dimension to the flat marsh. They seem almost serene as the turbine blades rotate leisurely in the usually persistant winds that blow across the marsh.

Duchie’s Grave

In the woods near to where I live I came across this grave marker. It stands by itself and no other grave stones, human or pet, are nearby.

I think the woods once belonged to the High Beech Manor, which is now the High Beech Hotel. Its land has long since been sold onto housing developers. Grave Stones aren’t cheap so I think its likely that someone from the manor house is responsible for it.

What’s clear is that the owner of Archie considered this part of the wood to be a special place. Perhaps whoever it was came here to sit and watch their dog (I’m assuming this is a memorial for a dog, although it’s not for certain as the stone is chipped) fetch sticks and play in the stream that the site overlooks. A short time spent away from the pressures of their daily life.

It’s nice that the owners feelings for Archie are still evident 129 years after his death.

Hastings Fishing Fleet

Hastings Fishing Fleet

Everyone* takes pictures of the Hastings Fishing Fleet, so here is one from me.

The boats that make up Hastings Fishing Fleet are registered to Rye as that town still has official port status. The RX signifies this. Hastings hasn’t been a port since the middle ages. Repeated raids by the French during the 1300’s meant that the town went into decline. The old port, which may have been where the present town centre is, slowly silted up after the St Lucia flood. This flood, caused by a great storm in 1287 had a huge effect on the coasts of England, Holland and Germany.

*By ‘Everyone’ I mean those that have visited Hastings, seen the fleet and taken a photo. You can click on this one to view larger on my Flickr page.

Dungeness Power Station

Dungeness Power Station

I’ve always liked this view across Rye Bay. It was taken from Rye Harbour, where the River Rother meets the sea. There is something about Dungeness Power Station sitting on the shore that has always drawn my eye to it.

It has a presence. The power it represents. The threat.

Living just 20 miles from it, my dad said it wasn’t worth worrying about whether it would ever explode as we would never know anything about it. Death would come quick. I was a child. I worried about it.

That was before Chernobyl.

Has there ever been a problem, we would have known about it. Death wouldn’t have been quick at all. It would have been slow, taking everything you know and love.

Only if the wind had been blowing in the wrong direction though.

I don’t worry about it now I’m grown up.

The light and clouds on this morning provided the view of Rye Bay and Dungeness Power Station with a suitably dramatic tone.



Winchelsea Beach

This was taken on a dull, grey morning.

I’d taken several dull, grey photos and was beginning to feel slightly dull and grey too.

Luckily, a break in the clouds over the channel highlighted by the rising sun meant the early start and car journey wasn’t completely wasted.

At the lowest ebb


It’s a sad sight a the moment but there is hope for Hastings Pier after the fire that nearly destroyed it. After a great deal of campaigning, the Hastings Pier and White Rock Trust (HPWRT) have secured a round 1 pass for an £8.7m Heritage Lottery Fund grant, including £357k in development funding.

£8 million of that will be spent restoring and repairing the iron structure.

Although a resident of the town for all of my life, I can probably count the number of times I visited the Pier on one hand. There was nothing there of interest to me, just standard tourist tat and arcades.

I think they should put a quality restaurant at the end of it, with huge windows so that diners can enjoy the views of the sea and town. I’d probably go there from time to time they did that.

The plans for the Pier according to the HPWRT website are to “restore the Hastings pier to its former glory as the ‘Peerless Pier’, iconic of the British seaside, providing all year round family activities and leisure, including traditional and vintage seaside amusements, an education centre for schoolchildren to learn about the past and the future including the environment, and the use of low energy and renewable energy sources which we aim to incorporate into the pier. But also to use the pier for its original Victorian purpose of a healthy  leisurely  pastime, ‘walking on water’, therefore, our first step will be to make it an inspirational and fun board walk, part of a new a vibrant seafront at White Rock contributing to the social, Economic, cultural and environmental regeneration of Hastings and St.Leonards”.

No mention of a restaurant.

Birds on the Beach

Seagulls, thousands of them. Hunting for food in the low tide like proper birds, which makes a nice change from them pinching their food from toddlers, bins and the ducks in the park.