Posted on September 13, 2015
After a few hours scrambling over the rocks, it was time for food.
The kids decided that they didn’t want to eat in the High Rocks pub (fussy buggers, the food choices looked awesome) so we drove off in search of a cafe or something similar.
Posted on September 12, 2015
At least forty years ago, my Grandparents took me and I think my middle sister to play on some rocks in Tunbridge Wells.
I remember my Grandads white Daimler with red leather interior and that distinctive Daimler/Jaguar leathery walnut smell and I remember looking out over the rocks from Mount Ephraim.