I’m in the latest issue of Hellebore, talking about Victorian chimneysweeps taking to the streets on May Day. This was an emotional one for me – it turns out that the last boy to die up a chimney in England is buried in an unmarked grave right outside my old uni halls of residence. I’d unwittingly looked out over him every morning. Poor little George Brewster. I hope this article goes a little way towards giving him back his dignity.