Ellen Ellis and Tove Bellingham: This popular beach stretches for miles upon miles of sand dunes. In order to get here, there is a drive from the historic town of Rye through sheep filled fields and caravan parks. Optionally, there is also very pretty cycle route that leads to the beach, although the distance might be difficult for younger children.
The horizon is dotted with the distant silhouettes of Dungeness power station and chemical plants. Despite the apparently bleak surroundings, the windblown beach seems to stretch endlessly into the distance, the sand dunes gently rise and fall. You can also see the celebrated bird watching shingle plains of rye harbour, dotted with ospreys, gulls, divers and sandpipers. The waves here can be spectacular in the spring and early summer, and the beach is popular with wind surfers. On of my favourite times to visit this barren, wild beach is during the sunset or early morning, when the sun seems to caress the dunes and the water glows a deep scarlet. The swim in the constantly shallow water leaves you feeling windblown and ecstatic, as if the world is more real than ever before.
It is very easy to become cut off as the tide rises, as the beach is uneven, with deep and shallow patches.