Hastings is a truly beautiful town on its own but hidden down in the old town as far as you can go by car you emerge into a magical mythical cove full of whispering sea ballads and shanties, the bones of sea creatures, old sea salt sailors with tough beards and the wonder if the Kraken is watching you with his beady eyes from under the waves. Amongst the shingle beach is a wonderland of custom tractors and twisted metal machines that pull and push things like dilapidated boats and catamarans. Fishing tackle and nets hang swaying in the ocean wind, blooming seagulls everywhere like hooded gangs hanging out waiting for their next score. A place where lost souls wandering in surfmist searching for the lighthouse home.

Quaint little houses built within the rocks, tall tar black smoke sheds looming together in different sizes. Things are broken, things are covered in rubbish but this fantastical place with the fairy tale story name is a wonder to behold. This is Rock-A-Nore

I’ve been twice to this treasure chest of curiosity and always feel the call to return. On the second trip I went with Streylock. This was part of a south east coast 5 day photography trip we took back in May 2012.

This is a picture heavy post but as you can see there’s a photo at every turn and even Wolfman came out to play.
Hope you enjoy the images and be sure to place this curious haven on your to do list.

All the best

Mike Dubman & Streylock

Soviet Spy Boat?


Techno beats play all day at the Rock A Nore













Wolfman Chills Out On His Sofa


John Deere’s Brother From Another Mother?

Krusty Attacks Dubman At King Tubbys



Streylock Deep In Photoland














Seagull Thugs