1. A plume of smoke rises straight up from a house in the bowl of Tunbridge Wells.
2. The smell of the coal fire has nipped outside for a breath of fresh air.
3. The combination of rust orange bedding and a bear-brown fleece.
Going away, sweet peas and calls.
1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...
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1. The cottage across the carpark is covered in scaffolding. Now that the roofers have gone home, the family has climbed up to see the view ...