Camber Sands was a weird, disconnected place; more so than other out of season holiday resorts I’ve visited. The beach was immense, with distant kite surfers and the merest shadow of Dungeness nuclear power station on the horizon.

Everyone expects Dungeness to be strange, and it is. Clap board homes strung out along a road and railway line across a flat shingle landscape. Odd relics of former industry dotted about the flatness. Signs prohibiting access to the distant shore and intriguing artefacts.

Derek Jarman’s house, Prospect Cottage, looks just as he left it in 1994 with a boat in the garden and the power station visible in the background.

I did find Dungeness odd, but also strangely reminiscent of Chile.