This is another piece written for and performed at the 2016 Dickens Festival in Rochester. It describes the view from the young Charles’s attick room in Ordnance Terrace, Chatham. That was of course before a railway line was placed there. . .
On a freezing cold morning on Rochester Bridge, as one looks across to Frindsbury breathing air that’s crunchy with frost and squinting from the weak sun which illuminates the river’s surface […]
Written during the Rochester Literature festival 2015, at the Nature Girl workshop hosted by Carol Donaldson. Carol showed us some ideas […]
Caught red-handed, having fun. . . Some might say the amount of pleasure I derive from ‘brambling’ is disproportionate. But I’d say they’re wrong.
My father was born in Rochester and told me stories of swimming out as a boy to touch the sides of battleships on the Medway at Chatham. The photograph is by Sibel Cahide Gul, who has created […]
Rochester Sweeps’ Festival is a celebration of the coming of spring, and as May Day was also the traditional holiday for chimney sweeps or Climbing Boys as they were officially known, the two […]
This poem was born of visiting various coastlines in Kent, and remembering the chalky landscapes of Medway by the river as the tide came in. I was sad at leaving Medway and this summed up the […]
Fruit trees growing along the sides of the A2 goes back to Roman times, when legions of marching soldiers spat out cherry stones along the length […]