As regular readers would probably recall, I grew up in Kent (south east England) and it’s still a very special place for me, especially in the summer.
You see, I had great summers in Kent.
As a kid, we had endless hot summers, playing in the garden to the smell of freshly cut grass.
As a teenager, I had more freedom and I remember mountain biking down the bridleways and paths, hanging out with my friends in pub beer gardens, walking through hot and dusty fields and generally having a good time.
As an adult – well, I didn’t really live in Kent much, but coming back, I loved walking through the woods with my kids, having pub lunches and visiting the beautiful towns.
Before I went back to Australia and finished this trip, I had a few hours out with the camera for pure indulgence.
So there you go (and there I go for another summer) – this is rural Kent. Just 30 minutes on the train from London, minutes from the London orbital motorway, the M25, but you’d never know, it could be miles from anything and anyone.