Staplehurst Rail Crash

Obviously not one of my photos…I was born and brought up in Staplehurst.

The only claim to fame that the place had was that it was the sight of the first railway accident with serious loss of life (it’s also remembered because Dickens was on the train with his ‘companion’)- hardly a source of civic pride. I’ve often pondered what effect this might have had on the psyche. Would I be different if I had come from a more exciting place? Or one with a deeper sense of community?