I have this hopelessly romantic notion that ‘spirit of place’ is a metaphysical reality; that as humans we can be in a place and somehow communicate with our surroundings, allow ourselves to feel the emotion that’s wrapped up in the ‘spiritual energy’ of any given location.


Within One Mile : Dungeness

The landscape at Dungeness is unique, there’s a vast expanse of shingle, sparsely punctuated with corroding machinery, dilapidated old shacks, rusty rails and abandoned decrepit old boats: a metaphor for our own mortality, and a reassuring reminder of opportunities not yet lost, to care for what we love.