Here we are at our final stop, Catching Lives. You’re standing outside a place that’s proved a real lifeline for many people in Canterbury. Now, let’s pretend the walls here could talk-imagine what they’d say after seeing years of comings and goings, from cold winter nights to warm, hearty meals shared at long tables.
Catching Lives is much more than just a building. It’s a safe haven for those without a home or who find themselves living on shaky ground. The place bustles with the efforts of volunteers-think the smell of freshly cooked meals wafting through, the hum of showers running and clothes spinning, laughter in the laundry room, and volunteers sorting piles of donated clothes. Here, even something as simple as a clean shirt or a hot cup of tea can mean the world.
Starting as Canterbury Open Christmas-catchy name, right?-it has grown and changed over the years, guided by big-hearted locals like Joan and Ralph Scrine. Their dream was pretty simple: no one should be left out in the cold. It’s had its ups and downs, from running shelters night after night, to facing tough times when the money nearly ran dry-not exactly what you’d hope for in the season of goodwill. But like all good stories, the people here refused to let the ending be a sad one.
There’s a hint of mystery, too: the Catching Lives Bookshop, run by volunteers, sits in The Crooked House at the end of Palace Street. This house really is crooked, from top to bottom-leaning at such a funny angle you might feel tipsy just looking at it. Next time you wander by, pop in for a book or a record, and you’ll help fund a hot meal or a bed for someone who needs it.
The big idea here isn’t just about shelter-it’s about hope and second chances. From job training for the determined, to quiet support for someone who just isn’t ready yet, this place is like a patchwork quilt: every person and every story adds warmth.
As you stand here, take a minute. Listen for distant laughter or the shuffle of feet inside. Know that Catching Lives has caught not only hundreds of people, but also the spirit of Canterbury - one of kindness, resilience, and hope. And hey, if you ever get the chance to volunteer or grab a book, you’ll leave with more than just change in your pocket-you bring a bit of Canterbury’s heart along with you. So, ready to catch your next adventure? I hear Canterbury’s ghosts are far friendlier than its winters!
