April 2025. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I’ve been spending more days in Tunbridge Wells than at any time since I asked Michael for Mrs RM’s hand in marriage. Since completing the GBG the desperate urge to shoot off from Southborough has eased a bit, but I’m still mentally unable to sit on a sofa in a… Continue reading ALLOTMENTS AND PUB DESERTS. A HIGH BROOMS WANDER