This Easter weekend we travelled east along the beautiful ridge of the High Weald – barely any traffic on the B road through Burwash, Hawkhurst and Tenterden, as we took our VFR short break.
Once over the border into the Garden of England, the empty hop poles and oast house cowls against the sky become more frequent – plucking at the heartstrings of we two Kentish ‘ex pats’. It reminded me again how important shapes and silhouettes are when it comes to creating that distinctive sense of place …