A large puddle in Calverley Ground, often occurs after rain. Local historians will tell you that the hilly park in the centre of Tunbridge Wells, used to boast an ornamental lake. This is all that remains of it, and only in wet weather; but a town that has no river, no fountains and few ponds other than one or two skirting the Common, should be glad even of this temporary and least dramatic of watery features.
Seldom able to remember lyrics even the best known ones, I am impressed by Barrett Bonden's recollection of the song which contains the words "pale moon" and which eluded me and the visiting crow, two days ago. And I'm grateful to him for enlightening us. Despite the banality of the words, his remembering them, is a beautiful thing; as it must be to hear him sing them while doing the washing up.
While waiting outside a shop I stand in a shaft of sunlight, which descends over the spa building in the Pantiles.