Buried Memory - Unearthed

The World of Stinking Iris and Co.

When I sit quietly in the cellar I imagine life beyond the walls. Not above ground, but the musty intensity of earth, water and worms, teeming with bacteria. Always moving, always changing from one organic substance to another. And throughout this amazing eco-system, roots of trees and flowers . . . and weeds.

Weeds! Despised by farmers and fastidious gardeners, loved by those who believe that,
"a weed is just a wild flower in the wrong place".

From September 2015 to July 2016 I made monthly collections of weeds that grow within a 40 meter radius of The True Briton pub. I found them growing out of pavements, over the edges of walls, around the harbour slipway, and bordering the car park at the rear of Gillespies. They include plants that are Native to the Uk, and migrant plants that have become Naturalised to the conditions around the harbour. Like our changing community of Folkestonians and incomers, they find a way to co-exist and, often, benefit from each other's company.