The grassy verges along our roads, according to figures quoted in The Week, total 65,000 acres (the size of the Isle of Wight). They have become a haven for wild life including: voles, kestrels and orchids.
Sitting in our little garden, you hear footsteps but cannot see the owners of the feet that make them. There is a certain sort of measured footstep, not lingering, not hurried, which is pleasure to hear.
You used to hear church bells too often to be worthy of comment. Now their sound drifting over the roof tops of Tunbidge Wells on a warm Saturday afternoon, deserves to be noted.