1 SEA WALL, DYMCHURCH, ROMNEY MARSH, KENT TN29 0TG, ENGLAND

Tel 01303 874116 (Office); 01303 872458 (Home)

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Welcome to Seabreeze Holiday Apartments!

 

Seabreeze Holiday Apartments offer self-catering accommodation for family holidays in a prime position on the sea front at Dymchurch, in the South East corner of Kent.

 

The village of Dymchurch is a traditional holiday destination and is well-known for its miles of sandy beaches, specialist shops, pubs, restaurants, funfair and amusements.

 

It is situated on the Romney Marsh, sometimes called the fifth quarter of the globe, and famous for its sheep, historic churches, and tales of smuggling.

 

The world famous Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway, with its fleet of historic steam and diesel locomotives, follows the coast from Hythe via Dymchurch and New Romney, to Dungeness, with its lighthouses and sea fishing.

 

The towns of Rye, Folkestone and Dover are all within easy reach - and, while you're in the area, why not pop across to France for the day?

 

We hope this website, which draws on a number of well-known and obscure sources, inspires you to visit Seabreeze and explore this fascinating area for yourself!

 

In Romney Marsh

 

As I went down to Dymchurch Wall,
I heard the South sing o'er the land
I saw the yellow sunlight fall
On knolls where Norman churches stand.

And ringing shrilly, taut and lithe,
Within the wind a core of sound,
The wire from Romney town to Hythe
Along its airy journey wound.

A veil of purple vapour flowed
And trailed its fringe along the Straits;
The upper air like sapphire glowed:
And roses filled Heaven's central gates.

Masts in the offing wagged their tops;
The swinging waves pealed on the shore;
The saffron beach, all diamond drops
And beads of surge, prolonged the roar.

As I came up from Dymchurch Wall,
I saw above the Downs' low crest
The crimson brands of sunset fall,
Flicker and fade from out the West.

Night sank: like flakes of silver fire
The stars in one great shower came down;
Shrill blew the wind; and shrill the wire
Rang out from Hythe to Romney town.

The darkly shining salt sea drops
Streamed as the waves clashed on the shore;
The beach, with all its organ stops
Pealing again, prolonged the roar.

 

John Davidson