Oyez Oyez!

Monday 10th July 1995 This morning, walking through Golden Square with my 8 year old daughter, we paused to look into an architect’s window where there was a splendid model of a castle by a river. It reminded us very much of Rochester. (We went there on a visit on a cold October day in 1993 – the castle was closed! – and we remembered meeting the Town Crier outside the Dickens Museum. He was waiting for a school party and had plenty of time to chat.) This afternoon, we were on our way back to Charing Cross and were just crossing King William IV Street when my daughter caught my arm. There, walking along the pavement towards us outside the Post Office, was the Town Crier of Rochester in his tricorn hat and scarlet tunic, carrying his bell. We stopped and told him in amazement that we’d been talking about him only three hours earlier. He even gave us a picture postcard of himself, so he was obviously totally corporeal! (Greg)