1. A squirrel sitting dab in the middle of the road, right on the white line.
2. Walking down one of the posher roads in Tunbridge Wells I discover what is probably best described as a murder house. I can't believe I never noticed it before. A 1960s car covered in green tree dust and bird shit decays on the overgrown drive. And there are tattered curtains at the windows - shreds of filthy brown lining in one, and in the other, rags of lace that twitched slightly as I passed. I shivered.
3. Apple juice.
Magnolia, pagoda and station.
1. Late magnolias -- always a pleasure. 2. We like everything about the pagoda -- including the long climb to the top -- but particularly th...
