Occasionally, my wife, who works there, tries to persuade me that Tonbridge is actually a nicer town!
Sometimes I lower myself to getting into a debate about this, before deciding wisely that she is actually subconsciously comparing her workplace with Crawley, where she grew up.
On one of the few sunny mornings recently she persuaded me once and for all to resolve the debate by going to take some pictures in the area around the castle so that readers of this blog could decide.
I don’t think many of you will wrestle with this question, but I’ll admit it does look quite nice when I use my particularly blurred old lens.
But then I hit the terrifying urban decay of the riverside:
As you can imagine, I went into full photographic retreat, first by taking some increasingly blurred close ups of wildlife and then scuttling home in shock.