I’ve spent the last three (3) days in Kent. No, no, I don’t expect medals. Or sympathy. It was what you might call a minor family emergency involving Erith, e-mails and emergency calls. Sadly, you don’t get a post on Erith this time (has there ever been a GBG pub there ?), but here’s a… Continue reading WESTERHAM – CARROTS, CHURCHILL AND CRACKLING