Features:
Moving tale of Kitty, the Marlowe memorial: Some thought commemorating the life of the Canterbury playwright was long overdue, but the citizens didn’t seem that bothered. By Andrew Rootes
Crewman’s fateful error: She was fast, fine, sheathed in copper to protect her wood and provided excellent accommodation. But Enchantress still came to grief off Lydd. By Susan Scullino
Saint’s skull spirited away by daughter: Thomas More was powerful, clever, devout and honest – but none of that could save him. Now his head is buried in Canterbury. By T. J. Guile
Margate’ s fertile Waste Land: Here by the sea and sands, T. S. Eliot recuperated from a breakdown and beat his writer’s block with rest, tram rides and watching the world from a shelter. By Mike Gunnill
Rare piece of Victorian satire (with awful puns) Feeble jokes apart, this prickly publication was firmly anti-Establishment and asked the right questions. By Christine Rayner
Crispin’s collection: Sopwith Camel comes to grief and a rail adventure from Chartham
By the time we got to Pluck’s Gutter, we were 400 strong … It was hardly Woodstock. The organiser wanted to raise enough for a minibus. By Chris de Coulon Berthoud