Between April and September 2019 I worked as composer-in-residence at Chatham Historic Dockyard.
Chatham Dockyards fell silent on March 31st, 1984, the day of the site’s formal decommissioning. Over the intervening decades, sounds have slowly returned to overwrite the fading echoes from the docks’ many years of service. As the first composer-in-residence here, I have been allowed to search for those lost sounds and to find some of my own. I have investigated the sparse histories of the widowed women of the Ropery and talked with the men who were confined in the submarine’s claustrophobic intimacies.
These are the images and sounds I have imagined for them, my offerings. An encoded communication for the submariners who were never there. A requiem for the women of the factory floor.