|Getting To Feel At Home
||[Jun. 4th, 2013|09:05 am]
We have two big towns to relate to. They're about equidistant. There's Tunbridge Wells- which is a spa town founded in the 17th century- now famous as the place from which enraged retirees dispatch letters to the Daily Telegraph- and there's Tonbridge- a workaday sort of a place, a bit down at the heel- with a castle the Normans built to guard an important crossing of the Medway. My parents always used to favour Tunbridge Wells so naturally we've gravitated to Tonbridge.|
My mother was out dining with horsey friends so we popped into Tonbridge yesterday morning and had lunch at an oriental buffet- and ate all we could eat for £6.95 each. Then- with the clock ticking down to tea-time- we motored over to Shoreham- a tiny village, strung out along the River Darent in a secret valley folded into the North Downs. Blink and you'd miss the turning. Shoreham is where Samuel Palmer lived and painted in the years when he was still a genius. London begins just over the hill, but you'd never guess.