Home, Sweet Home
Well in our dreams anyways.... Anne and I both feel in love with Penhurst Place and it's beautiful grounds. To think that they gardens were first designed in the 13th century.
The family history was very interesting with some members of the family having very distinguished careers and appearing to be good people.
We just missed the market as we arrived a bit late (a common theme throughout our travels). We got waylaid in Royal Tunbridge Wells where there was a great French Market leading into the excitement of the Tour de France, which we had carefully made our plans to avoid... Brought lots of stuff at the market, including spending a ridiculous amount of money on sweets which have since made Ian and I feel very sick.
I would highly recommend that anybody go to this beautiful place. I think we were lucky that the weather came right just as we got there and there were very few other people there so you could easily feel as through you were the only people there, especially with the way the gardens were split into separate spaces.
I made the most of my holidays to have another cream tea, which are never as good as you expect. I remember having a wonderful one in the Blue Mountains many, many years ago and nothing has ever measured up since, not to say that I don't keep trying...
This is Anne's official pose for photos!
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