Up over Salomons

For those who do not know it, Salomons Estate is on the edge of Tunbridge Wells on the way to Speldhurst. There is a beautiful set of buildings and a lovely garden and all is free for a walk around during the day of a quick cheeky drone flight as the sun goes down over town:







Back home with the familiar for New Year

After cheekily pushing this blog away from home in my last post, I’m back in town in three of my favourite and possibly over-familar spots.

My challenge in today’s rush around as ever was to photograph them in new ways:

Dunorlan this morning:







The Rock House at Sunset:



The Rocks tonight:



When I’m not in Tunbridge Wells…

I genuinely love how popular this blog about Tunbridge Wells has got recently, but when I took some time recently to look through all of my pictures from this year and choose my best, I’m afraid only a few local ones made the cut.

For the benefit of those who only know of what I take round here, below is the full set- if it stirs any interest, I have another blog which features many of them- The travels of the Colour Blind Photographer.
























Getting Mediaeval on the Edge of the Borough

Maybe it is because we have so many beautiful old buildings, but I sometimes forget how new Tunbridge Wells actually is. We haven’t in fact got as long a history as the USA.

This really struck me on Heritage Weekend when we finished off our tour of local churches at Capel.


The Church of St Thomas a Becket here is old even by mediaeval standards, with parts being built not long after the conquest. I was delighted to find something so old inside the borough, if only just- like it’s neighbouring church in Tudely (of the Chagall windows) this building is actually nearer to Tonbridge than it is to the rest of us.


The Church itself has a simple elegance inside:


Somewhat more dramatic is a set of mediaeval wall paintings which were only discovered and restored in 1967:


Outside is a beautiful graveyard where it is believed that St Thomas A Beckett actually preached – hence the name:




A stark reminder of the age of the graveyard was this tombstone hidden in the roots of a tree:


We followed our visit with a walk through a nearby orchard:



And finally, some local woods:





Do I dare return to Tonbridge?

…only when there is still some light.

My last post about the terror of a Tunbridge Wells photographer, lost in the wilds of Tonbridge caused quite a stir.

In the midst of all the conversation, I spent a happy half hour watching the Sun go down over Haysden Lake: