“They are an absolutely lovely, amazing bunch of teachers and teaching assistants here in Rusthall, who are really committed and positive and know the children incredibly well. It’s a special place. I wouldn’t work here if I didn’t like it…Rusthall school should be protected, nurtured, cherished and protected by its community.”

“It brings me such joy to come and sit in a beautiful place like this and see people moving around my painting. I feel a part of the place, it’s a long-term reward.”

“We are often taught poetry as if we must unlock its meaning, when in fact we should experience it, let it wash over us and whatever it means to us is its meaning. Once I have written a poem it belongs to the reader. A good poem gives the reader space to own the poem, so you can put something of yourself into the understanding of it and take something away.”

The climate crisis is the most significant problem facing the world right now. Making changes for the environment as an individual is a great start but nobody can save the world alone. Waiting for national and global governments to lead the way seems like an excuse for doing nothing. Could coming together as a community be the way to make positive change for the future?

Bertha Bracey was recognised as a British Hero of the Holocaust in 2010 by Gordon Brown, for her work in helping to bring 10,000 Jewish Kindertransport children from Germany to Britain between December 1938 and September 1939.

Here’s a reminder of all the things the fantastic recyclers at Rusthall St Paul’s can collect.

In 1937, during the Spanish Civil War, sixty Basque refugee children arrived at The Beacon on Tea Garden Lane in Rusthall. The local community’s role in welcoming, healing and nurturing these traumatised children should be celebrated.

From far away, the sight of the beautiful world makes her realise that home is everything she wants. “I’ve glimpsed heaven, and it’s here,” she says, back down to earth again on Rusthall Common.

Ben Marchant’s paintings juxtapose elements of the expected with the unexpected to create something new. “In one painting I thought I would take an image like the Mona Lisa and combine it with another face,” he says. “Some of my inspiration also comes from what if? questions. What if the Titanic had arrived in New York? What if Diana hadn’t died?”

Latte art is a finishing touch; it probably means the barista cares about the coffee. I’m constantly trying to improve what I am doing. I’m always trying to make a better cup of coffee.

The idea was to create a community where artists, makers and entrepreneurs can rent a table, workshop, studio or floor space on a rolling monthly basis in an environment with a creative and collaborative energy to it.

I found a postcard that my mother had written to her mother in New Zealand in 1943. She described how she was spending the last month of her pregnancy at a home in Langton Green called “Pavey’s”, before going further up the road to a maternity home named “Northfields” to give birth.

Just as the audience will be on a journey through the rocks when they see the play, it will be about other journeys people are on.

In April 1913 the Nevill Cricket Pavilion was destroyed by arson. A photograph of Emmeline Pankhurst was pinned to the ground outside, alongside scattered Suffragette literature. “Tunbridge Wells is declared to be a hot bed of militants!” cried the mayor, and local author Arthur Conan Doyle also condemned the action, saying, “Outrages like this must be stopped because they mean neither more nor less than anarchy!”

“The story came from the community, and so it is not the play I would have written myself. Trying to put a play together from the imaginations of fifty different heads was challenging but also extraordinary and wonderful.”

“I instinctively realised that the pilot was in trouble as the plane was making a peculiar noise, which indicated to me that the craft was probably on fire. I rushed out of the workshops at the depot and mounted my motor cycle at the same time as the impact of the crashed aircraft took place, and I saw smoke rising…