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I Love Chatsworth Road - writing for the local newsletter


At the moment I am doing some pro bono work for the local publication I Love Chatsworth Road.
In normal times it is a magazine and an instagram account run as a passion project by photographer Jorn Tomter. Now, it is a weekly newsletter about stories from the local area, although stretching a little further into Hackney than usual.

It is a local area that is built up of small independent shops and businesses that are changing weekly - if not daily! And, a lot of people are offering services, crowd funding and doing incredible work during this time.

So this newsletter offers the local community a source of info and a way for businesses to get the information out about what they have pivoted too. This is a newsletter that is positive, and I'm enjoying writing for it! Not all food, but -

Here are some of the things I have written about, for the newsletter.
  • Hackney School of Food
    The story of Hackney School of Food is one of community, changing spaces, the need to adapt and of working together. It is also easy to see everything as temporary at the moment and to forget that community existed before and will exist after, but we can’t just see that the work being done in this community as only for the now.
  • Helpful Engineering UK
    A volunteering project that organises the making of PPE face shields. An interview with the Hackney Hub.
  • Made In Hackney
    This charity has collaborated with a local restaurant and are making over 400 meals a day for vulnerable people in the community.
  • London Canal Community
    I love the canal, walking in the morning with my dog has been the saving grace of this time. Watching the seasons change, seeing the boats - a lot has been happening on the canal during this time, many of those that live on the canal have had to pivot and here is a little about what life is like. 



Here are all the featured stories, do read through, there are so wonderful people in Homerton!
Photo at the top by Jorn!

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