I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings.
“The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers in the 1860s to counter the perceived threat of invasion by Napoleon III. It was home and workplace to the regiments of the British Army for over 150 years. A great many soldiers died here. This place was the scene of tragedy. It is these circumstances which are believed to be the root cause of hauntings.
We could not have found a more clinically pure venue to investigate with no other access available, no passing persons, no wildlife, no insecure doors or windows and no interference from power or light sources yet we encountered a host of unexplained noises from the loud and forcible to the quiet and serene. Light sources were not always explainable. Drafts and feelings were explainable.
What are we left with? A number of totally unexplained noises in a building that had no facility to make them on its own.”
Source: Ghost Connections
Next, my words – perhaps the beginnings of a lyric for a song sometime.
In the darkness you can hear them
The ones who never got away
Blood on chalk, pain then death
But the soul, it don’t decay
They sing the ballad of the unnamed soldier
When the Sun has gone to bed
They won’t be going home again
The invisible undead
Lost love, lost limbs and broken hearts
From fighting in a war
The blackness is their prison now
Locked up behind an unlocked door
You’ll hear them, never see them
If you ever pass by their clifftop cell
The invisible undead, the invisible undead
Outside the gates of Hell
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Is it built into the side of a mountain or did it grow that way over time? Thanks! 🙂
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Thanks, FeliciaThe Redoubt is set in the White Cliffs of Dover. It’s all made of chalk. I’m guessing the earth/grass on top might have been put together in WW2. The Battle of Britain was fought in the skies above. So the place didn’t get bombed they probably went for grass as camouflage. Thanks again ~ George .
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Very interesting! Thanks, George. I’d love to visit there. Haunted or not. 😊
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Your empathic words matched what I could feel when looking at the images, and yet there is a certain peacefulness too…
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Thanks. I agree. It’s the strangest place full of history, some of it not so good, yet in daylight you don’t get any sense of danger. Thanks again ~ George
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I really want to visit Dover one of these days…
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The high street isn’t all that as most got bombed in WW2, but all around the town is great. The Castle, the White Cliffs, the farms and forests make it for me ~ George
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I have walked along the cliffs in Dover when I was younger, looking forward to another visit!
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This amazing. For a second when it first came up on the reader I thought is was some exotic place abroad….
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Thanks, Shey. A lot of people diss Dover when all they’ve seen of it is just the high street – which isn’t that great – but all around the town is views, farms, and the sea. Thanks again ~ George
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I truly mean what I said. My home city suffered for years with people dissing it, now it’s fair come up in the world.
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I think it’s because we’re a port town that we get dissed for – plus the Romanian/Bulgarians who live here. The thing is that they are OK people but others don’t seem to like them ~ George
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Yeah, your dad has often said. Hell, people are so tribal when we are all travellers here ourselves if we go back through our history far enough. This is an island. Once it stood at the end of the known world Always people were going to come. Growing up I thought my people had always lived in Dundee. Then I did the family history and discovered there wasn’t one here before 1849. In fact it was astonishing to see all the places they had come from and in many instances how they had come. Astonishing to see the places they had been strangers in.
You be proud of where you’re from and where you are ‘from’ now. And the hell with detractors.
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I agree totally. “Tribalism” v “We are all travellers here ourselves if we go back through our history far enough. This is an island” – I’ll take the travellers, Shey. Also, ‘Places they had been strangers in’ just has to be a line inside a lyric/verse ~ George
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Thank YOU George. Do feel free
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Thanks for that. I think I’ve got some words already that might fit a melody. I’ll credit you ~ George
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Dinnae be daft. Just you get the piece together x
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Very interesting piece, I will share.
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Thank you ~ George
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Beautiful wonderful awesome words. Love love them. Great music ..
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Thanks, Yasmin. The Redoubt is a good place to think creative things ~ George
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Your poetry lyrics , they are amazingly creative , George. I need to borrow some of that creative energy that you seem to spill in all your posts.
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Thank you again, Yasmin ~ George
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Your words gave me the chills. Perfect tribute to those who lost their lives there. A way to remember them.
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Thanks for reading. I appreciate that ~ George
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Certainly an eerie looking place, and sad.
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Thank you for reading. It does have an odd feel especially as it’s man made in the middle of nature ~ George
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Your lyric made me shiver.
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Thanks. It’s a weird old world up there ~ George
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What a beautiful, unsettling spot. Your lyrics are a perfect fit- a really great piece of writing
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Thanks, Anne ~ George
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These pictures look incredible, and nice words 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it ~ George
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Great place to shoot movie scenes.
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I’m thinking you are right on that. Thanks ~ George
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Beautiful 🌼
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Thank you again ~ George
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Your words and that place so very beautiful you have captured it perfectly with both… I absolutely love it!
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Thank you, Carol ~ George
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Fantastic post! It is my kind of place despite its grisly history, and I adore the unexplained noises!
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Thank you, Inese. It’s an interesting tale is The Redoubt. Thanks again ~ George
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Wow.scenery is most beautiful.i don’t believe in existence of ghosts,but your poem on that is beautiful.
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Thanks, Aruna ~ George
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Welcome.🌷
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I do believe in ghosts or a presence of someone no longer alive. In my house in London there was a ghost. Not a frightening presence but I knew it was there. I really enjoyed reading your poem. I believe that people who die in something distressing like a war cannot help but stay on in some way “locked up behind the unlocked door”.
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My mum tells me that she always had a ghost called George following her around from Devon to Cambridge then Kent. She hasn’t seen him since she called me George. I’m not 100% with ghosts but yes there are things that science hasn’t worked out just yet. Thank you ~ George
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My husband said “What are you listening to? that’s awesome.” I enjoyed your new potential song…
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So beautifully creepy, George. 🧐
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Its nice there. I will go!
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Thanks ~ George
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You write well!
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Thanks ~ George
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Beautiful photos! I love the Medieval look!
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Thank you Cherie ~ Zoolon aka George
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You’re very welcome, George!
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Thank you + plus one.
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I often imagine a hundred lives weaving in and out of time in places like this…
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