Nobody Knows

There’s a place you go

Where nobody knows

Where the rain doesn’t fall

And the wind doesn’t blow

Where the sun doesn’t shine

And the earth doesn’t grow

Where the Shepherd doesn’t lead

And the Mower doesn’t mow

There’s a place you go

Where nobody knows

Where secrets stay hidden

And you don’t have to show

There’s a place you go

Where nobody knows

There’s that place you go

And Nobody knows

Marcia Knight-Latter

Kingston’s Apple Story, By A Michelson’s Seedling

*Launching today!*

Alison Fure’s Kingston’s Apple Story, By A Michelson’s Seedling,is the third chapbook to be published on the Seethingography imprint of Sampson Low Ltd. This colourful A6 pamphlet tells the story of Kingston’s orchards and apple growing heritage across 16 pages, squeezing in juicy chunks of local history, and the importance of orchards as places sustaining an amazing amount of wild life and rich biodiversity. You will also find out about some of the fascinating people in the Borough who remember, for example, what life was like as a child in Hook when it was full of orchards!


“Behind the bakery was an orchard from which I was chased many a time by the irate owner, named by us as ‘old man Phipps…We rarely did any scrumping in the orchard, just used it for Cowboys and Indians and tree climbing.” (J. Mutimer, Hook resident, 1920s)


It features the Tolworth Apple Store- a beautiful, but desperately in need of restoring, old barn c.1856, not far from Tolworth Court Moated Manor. Alison hopes that this important piece of local heritage can be saved and restored for everyone to enjoy.

Please help her and sign the petition here!

Copies of the chapbook are available to buy from Sampson Low, and from Alison herself, whose website and contact details are here.

The chapbook is £2.00 plus p+p

Alison is a field ecologist specialising in bats. She is a director at Kingston Environment Centre and a license trainer for the London Bat Group. She believes that orchards can help soften the impact of urbanisation; if each child could plant an apple tree-in their name-it would halt the spread of ‘green desert’.















What Begins and Ends with Water -or- June, 2015


a municipal tanker truck’s hose

douses flower baskets

hanging from high street lamp posts,

the excess pouring onto pavement,

channeled along cracks and seams,

pooling in the most deeply damaged places;

in the morning, on the way to work,

stepping over these


milling around outside the venue

under a tarnished sky

between the ceremony and reception,

sporadic droplets and soured light

harry the guests and photographer

but have no affect on the smiles

of the groom or bride


before, during, and after

the heart attack, his shower head

fulfills its function, water delivered

through a constellation of holes

as always, rinsing him upright,

doubled over, collapsed,

the flow still cleansing, washing,

then washing away


easel poised on Kingston Bridge

as the day ends, face to the Thames,

back turned on traffic, a painter

wielding canvas, brushes, and palette

like fly paper, trying to catch,

intact, what never ceases,

reaching for everything

that’s slipping beneath him

David Russamano