Rochester, on the Medway River in
Kent, is 31 miles southeast of London, and 32 miles west northwest of
Canterbury. It
has a beautiful and historic
cathedral (
web site), a
castle, and a picturesque main street with Victorian lamps. In addition,
and a big plus for Ron, Rochester is full of links to Charles Dickens and to several of his novels. Indeed, we cannot do better
on its ties to Dickens than to quote from the Wikipedia article in the Rochester link. "The town was for many years the favourite
of
Charles Dickens who lived nearby at
Gad's Hill, Higham, and who based many of his novels in the area. Descriptions of the town
appear in
Pickwick Papers ,
Great Expectations and lightly fictionalised as Cloisterham in
The Mystery of Edwin Drood.
Restoration
house located on Crow Lane was the model for the house of Miss Haversham's (from
Great Expectations) house.
We visited the cathedral
and walked around the beautiful cloister. Cathedral visits do put one in touch with past historic events. This cathedral
had its origins in 604 AD when Ethelbert, King of Kent, built the first structure that now exists as an outline inside the present
cathedral. And there were a couple of placques on walls that harkened back to battles fought in the creation of the British
Empire: the Punjab campaign of 1848-49, and the Indian Mutiny at Chilianwala; and the Khartoum, Sudan and Egyptian
campaigns.
Afterwards we visited the tourist office, went into the Rochester Museum a wing of which was devoted
to Charles Dickens, and then ambled down the main street looking for those homes that Dickens used in his novels, took photos and
then went on to look for a campground outside a nearby town, Faversham. Could it be the namesake for the cruel, demented Miss
Havisham in Great Expectations? All in all,it was a very pleasant afternoon, especially for Ron who loves Dickens novels.
We
stayed in a nearby campground in cherry season with many cherry trees growing among the campers. The cherries were delicious,
picked right off the trees. Apparantly we were allowed to. Not that we actually asked permission. The entrance to
the campground had a sign that illustrated pretty well that British English is similar to, but not quite the same as American English.
We were amused to read in red letters on a white background the warning, "CAUTION, this yard is alarmed after working hours" .
We guessed that perhaps the yard is afraid of being left alone. Next to the campground was a very handsome farm house
built in 1547.