I have spent most of the last week in love with my hometown. With a mother born in Islington and a Father born in Wales, somehow they found each other in Tunbridge Wells and ended up with… me.
Located between London and the coast, my hometown is somewhere I have always taken for granted. The recent spell of lovely weather has really made me appreciate the beautiful place that we live in, which even has it’s own little boating lake.
Last Thursday marked the return of the weekly ‘Jazz on the Pantiles’ which is somewhat an institution for anyone who lives within a 10 mile radius. The Pantiles is home to The Chalybete Spring (400 year old spring that marked the beginning of Tunbridge Wells) and a pretty little band stand which accommodates various Jazz bands throughout the summer months, attracting large crowds of all ages who like to mingle around the restaurants and bars for the evening.
After popping to the Jazz briefly on Thursday, Molly and I returned to The Pantiles on Friday to the Farmers Market, and having ushered her (rather quickly) passed the multiple stalls of baked delights, we stopped for lunch where my mum got to show off her skill of creating sun hats out of napkins.
On Friday evening we were invited to our friends house in the countryside where we baked cakes and ate amazing food. Whilst playing outside with Molly, I decided to do a star jump forgetting that the previous week I had stabbed myself in the groin with a knife. Ouch. At that exact second, a bird decided to use my friends head as a toilet which resulted in the pair of us running around the garden in circles and screaming like a right pair of wallies.