Magwitch Scrapbook – Darnet Island
Darnet became our island home during our trip. I look at it now, from across the water in the Medway towns and I miss it.
After a long winter in lockdown, two artists, Carol Donaldson and Stephen Turner, are set to escape to the North Kent Marshes in a small inflatable boat called Magwitch, named after the prisoner in Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations who was imprisoned in a hulk on the Medway Estuary at Stangate Creek. Unlike the ‘real’ Magwitch, they have no plans to escape abroad, but rather they will stay to study the wetlands and wildlife on their own doorstep, camping in remote locations for five days in May 2021.
Stephen Turner, whose work explores our difficult relationship with nature and Carol Donaldson, who wrote the book ‘On the Marshes’ will embark from the Queens Stairs in the Historic Dockyard, Chatham, their route guided by tide and current and by meetings with marshland dwellers as they progress toward a landscape of seeping ooze beyond Folly Point, to Horrid Hill, Bedlams Bottom, Ladies Hole and Barksore Marsh – all part of the last wilderness in south east England.
Treading lightly on the land, they will question their own presence in these fragile edgelands, as well as the wider potential threat of huge urban development on all sides. They both have an abundance of knowledge to share with each other & with a wider audience. In her book ‘On the Marshes’ Carol reflects on her time living in a caravan on a marshland nature reserve and sets off to meet other fringe dwellers tucked away in creeks and inlets. She explores the reasons people are drawn to the area and the conflicts between marsh-dwellers & corporate Britain, private ownership & conservation. This enhances, enriches and expands upon Turner’s interest in being amanuensis (or scribe) for the tides, terns and turnstones to provide mute nature with a voice.
Darnet became our island home during our trip. I look at it now, from across the water in the Medway towns and I miss it.
A few photographs from my recent trip with Stephen Turner to the Medway Estuary. Day One we stopped off on Hoo Ness Island
The Blue Mermaid had just headed up river as we began to carefully stow all our kit into Magwitch, examining every item for the unwelcome brown tailed moth caterpillars encountered in huge numbers on Darnet. Read more…
The island has worked its magic, as islands often do. I stand at the gun emplacement window looking across the saltmarsh. I have been here how long? Half hour? Maybe more. Thinking of….nothing, just watching Read more…
Darnet Fort is on the edge of the deep water channel used by all the boats and ships using the docks, moorings and marinas of the Medway and I enjoy watching them pass, whilst gazing Read more…
I was awake all night, first following the Moon (see the instagram feed), before transferring allegiance to the sun, which finally showed above the horizon at around 5am and threw its pink glow onto the Read more…
I came close to crushing a clutch of herring gull eggs for the second time in eight years today, while Carol and I were exploring the perimeter of the fort on Darnet Island (The first Read more…
We are leaving the island, only for a few hours but we fear invaders will colonise during our absence. Not the hoards of invasive brown tailed moth caterpillars that swarm over every item we leave Read more…
We are not wanted, that much is clear. They haven’t got the memo, the sea pies, geese and gulls. failed to get up to speed with the growing consensus that People Need Nature. or maybe Read more…
I couldn’t sleep more that a few winks last night as I was in thrall to the full moon once more; from its rising (a little blurry, unfocused and orange) to a shining ‘star’ brightening Read more…
Day 3 10am May 26 The pigeons turn calm appraising eyes our way from roosts in different holes and gutters along the fort’s inner rim and I’m reminded of early scenes from Hitchcock’s The Birds Read more…
The birds rose at high tide, fluttering above the island as their nests disappeared under water. There was a panic emanating from the gull colony on Bishop’s Ness which carried across the water and reached Read more…
“it doesn’t take long,” I say to Steve, “before you go entirely feral.” I am sitting on the causeway of Horrid Hill with a chunk of (vegan warning) Spam on the point of my knife, Read more…
Day 2 May 25 around 1pm We have just arrived here on Darnet Island after being chased all the way from Hoo by a sudden squall that seemed to to change direction simply to pursue Read more…
We cast off and head out on the river in the brief gap between showers. Steve looks a little nervous as the heavily laden inflatable boat, christened Magwitch, is buffeted by the winds and I Read more…
Beginning at the window left of the gang plank. Tide arching in. Deep water channel. V for victory. Dot, dot,dot dash. Normarsh. Two Brent geese flying past. Wren singing crystal bright from deep in the Read more…
The island rises up from sea, the colour of a wood pigeons wing as I sit in the bow motoring the short distance across the main channel. The water is peppered with rain, visibility is Read more…