The real joy of being the colour blind photographer is those moments when I get the colours completely wrong, as here. So welcome to Rusthall in Red!
First it is worth me explaining why I wanted red- Rusthall has an interesting history in that its name comes from the Anglo Saxon Ruste uuelle which means Rusty Well.
I think we citizens of Tunbridge Wells have been ignoring the implications of that name for too long. We go on endlessly about the fame of our natural iron spring and even celebrate the anniversary of its “discovery” by Lord North in 1606, but we’re ignoring the fact that just down the road they’d known about these springs for about 800 years before.
It’s all a bit like how Europeans “discovered” America around the same time.
You can imagine the citizens of Rusthall getting increasingly peeved as their neighbours gained all the fashionable visitors and the fancy architecture while they were left as a bolt on where they might just about be able to get punters in if they promoted an amphibian shaped rock.
There is even a sad story about a time when it was decided to move some of the more fashionable buildings in Rusthall on sledges to Mount Sion in Tunbridge Wells.
So now, enough is enough- I decided with the help of photo shop to bring out the glorious rusty red history of the town with this set of pictures from yesterday morning around the Rusthall commons.
Only showing my wife the pictures, I gather I haven’t- maybe next time!