The Tench is perhaps the most English of fish. Their connection to country estate lakes is synonymous yet they thrive in more unlikely places if the angler is prepared to seek them out.
Dan has known the shingle expanse of Dungeness for most of his life; his parents owned a pub down the coast at Camber Sands where he grew up. Many years later he heard rumours of mahoganycoloured tench that populate a gravel pit a stone’s throw away from the sea and under the shadow of Dungeness Power Station.
With words inspired by Dan's written piece, as featured in issue 35 of Fallon's Angler magazine, Garrett Fallon reads an ode to this strange yet magical landscape, still considered by some to be Britain’s only desert.