A couple of weeks ago, dressed in our prettiest countryside clothes and with our mobiles tucked out of sight we set out on the thirteen mile walk from Yalding to Sevenoaks in Kent. The more we tried not to look like London girls the more obvious it got that we were. In the end I thought ‘sod it’ and pretended I was living in The Railway Children. We were followed by two large cows, assumed to be lost by an old pipe smoking man, shared a road with deer, found a beautiful bluebell wood, walked through apple orchards and graveyards, picnicked on a village green, got stopped in our tracks by a group of sheep and then got drenched in a freakishly unexpected thunderstorm. And that’s where the novelty ended, mobiles were turned back on and a cab was called to swiftly ferry us back to the train station.
I particularly loved the old church with the large white lightning bolt shaped cracks running down the side. We stopped off here for a wander around and found wood pigeons and doves nesting nearby.
Slightly off topic but I like the bad cutting on this photo and all the springtime colours
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