The Swale runs into the North Sea and on a clear night you can see across as far as Southend in Essex. On the coast facing the sea a few miles east is Whitstable.
Faversham itself has markets in the town square three times a week. There are over twenty pubs (I've stopped counting) but also an unusually high quotient of hairdressers and charity shops. There's a cinema: a curious blend of faux medieval and art deco.
Most of the buildings in the town centre date from the fifteenth to seventeenth centuries. Further out are Victorian and late-twentieth century suburbs. Like most of Kent's councils, ours is dominated by Tories. This singularly inept bunch recently rolled out blue bins for recyclables before figuring out that most people in the middle of town had nowhere to put them. The local newspapers, like local papers everywhere, are morally outraged by the behaviour of 'youths' (see my earlier post for headlines).
Historically Faversham has been a farming and a fishing town. It was also, for a long time, a centre for the manufacture of explosives. A large tomb in the town cemetery commemorates some 150 or so people who died in an accident in 1916. The main industry in the centre of town is the brewery (Shepherd Neame) which has been in operation since 1698. The play 'Arden of Faversham' (1592) relates the murder of an unpopular official arranged by his wife.