Walking with Dickens – a map of the Thames.

The mist hangs above the dark water in layers of yellow and grey and all you can hear are the muffled bells of a 10 o’clock Sunday and the rhythmic splash of dipping oars.  This is the world of Dickens’ Thames – a world of prison ships and opium dens, of ferrymen and thieves, damp…

Soho and Covent Garden – mapping village history.

Although I live in Brighton, a city, it definitely feels more like a village. It’s the kind of place you meet familiar people whenever you head out and social vectors are so tightly intertwined that somehow everyone knows everyone else. London, on the other hand, feels like a proper, grown up city, swarming with millions…