📝 Field Notes from my Camper-van-camino: The Churches of Romney Marsh
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
Architectural Photographer in a time-travelling camper van. 📸🚐🏛️ Architecture, Travel, History, Place, Material Culture.
I stand and watch the Kentish rag rise up from the dull nights refrain and prick out lines and glyphs that are older than the church itself.
There’s a quote by Pablo Neruda that illustrates how I feel: “There is another reality, the genuine one, which we lose sight of. This other reality is always sending us hints, which without art, we can’t receive.”
My sketchbooks are like sacred spaces, helping me fine-tune my observation skills and capture the spirit of historic buildings and unique places.
And perhaps most of all, it knows that I do not wish simply to observe this island, but to belong to it - to become, in however small a way, another layer in its long conversation.
And thus I have found myself in a career where attentiveness is a necessary prerequisite. In the years since I started out, something has gradually washed over me - and through me - like wine through water.
What really matters here is the act of moving toward something — light, renewal, coherence — even when the destination remains undefined.
All of this sits with me as I walk on through the rain towards St Bartholomew’s. What is it with the veneration of old bones? Perhaps we’re not seeking proof at all, but orientation – a way of touching the values Alfred’s story seemed to hold.
The infographic above offers a snapshot of that journey so far: hundreds of posts, photographs, field notes, early starts, long walks, cold hands, unexpected friendships, and moments of stillness shared across time.
The following itinerary is a great way to explore Canterbury - each building I visit is connected by streets full of wonderful architecture.
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