Laura Gascoigne

Water, water, everywhere | 28 March 2018

An elegiac reminder that we are the hulk of a seafaring nation haunted by ghosts

issue 31 March 2018

‘Ding, Clash, Dong, BANG, Boom, Rattle, Clash, BANG, Clink, BANG, Dong, BANG, Clatter, BANG BANG BANG!’ is how Charles Dickens transcribes the sound of 1,200 men building the first iron-clad frigate Achilles at the Royal Dockyard, Chatham, in the 1860s. A Chatham boy, Dickens lived to see — and hear — the age of sail turn into the age of steam, when the creak of ropes, the flap of canvas and the ding of bells gave way to the hiss of steam, the chug of motors and the shriek of whistles. As soundscapes go, both strike the modern imagination as more musical than the roar of road traffic. So they must have struck the imagination of Richard Wilson when he composed ‘1513: A Ships’ Opera’ for foghorn, steam whistle, hooter, siren and cannon, performed by the parade of historic vessels during the Mayor’s Thames Festival of 2013.

Wilson’s witty working drawings feature in a new exhibition, Powerful Tides — 400 Years of Chatham and the Sea.

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