I’m, very fortunate that in my line of work I get to travel all over the UK…it’s a great benefit and as I realised recently, one of the main reasons I continue to do what I do. There are other reasons of course, but getting to see different parts of the country is definitely a plus. I get to work in hamlets, villages or towns that I would likely never have visited otherwise…..one of which that springs to mind is Midhurst! One of the most extraordinary discoveries ever.

Midhurst Castle
I am currently working on a farm in Kent. It’s a ‘tenant’ farm and part of a massive estate that belongs to the Archbishop of Canterbury. How awesome is that. To my delight I learned a few days ago that the farm borders The Pilgrim’s Way between Winchester and Canterbury.

The Pilgrim’s Way – Winchester to Canterbury
This is not the first farm I’ve worked on since 2008 when I joined my current agency, and on thinking about it I realised this is in fact the 7th farm I’ve worked on. Now before you get the wrong idea…I don’t hoe the ground, plant potatoes, or feed the pigs, although I do occasionally feed chickens…and collect their eggs, which is such an amazing experience. I’m not sure why, but collecting fresh, still warm eggs from the nest in the early morning has such a timeless feel to it.
No, I work as a Carer for the elderly and that is where my attention lies. However, I do get time off…usually two hours in the afternoon, and that is when I explore the surrounding area at every possible opportunity. I discover some of the most amazing places. The history of this country sometimes overwhelms me with it’s incredible twists and turns.
On one such excursion this week I had to travel to a little village called Brastead,
passing through an even smaller village called Sundridge to get there.
Enroute I saw a most extraordinary house; The Old Hall. I stopped to take photos and find out a little more. On investigation, the house; medieval in origin, was built during the 15th century at a time when Richard III was on the throne!!! How mind-blowing is that! There’s not a whole lot of information on the internet about the house but certainly sufficient to induce a sense of wonder that a wooden house that was built round about 1485…folks, that’s over 500 years ago, is still standing.
Apparently it was bought and restored in 1929 and during excavations/restoration they discovered a brick hearth in the middle of the main hall. Excerpt: “On taking up the brick flooring of the hall the original earth floor was reached, and there were discovered the remains of the ancient central hearth, roughly in the form of a circle, paved with irregularly-shaped stones. Close by was found a heap of ashes, which had been brushed aside and trodden into a compact mass.” It’s a Grade II listed building, bought in 1923 by a Thomas Munn of Hampstead and restored in 1929. Parish records show that between 1650 to 1700 there were 13 births, 2 christenings and 2 marriages in Sundridge.
I’ll write a little more about the two villages shortly, both of which are charming. In fact Brastead has a history that dates back to AD773. Sundridge overlooks the River Darent on the North Downs.

River Darent
Back in 2011 I started walking the route Chaucer’s pilgrimage to Canterbury took him, and although I have yet to do the full route, to my delight, from time to time I come across stretches of the Pilgrim’s Way, this time between Winchester and Canterbury. I managed a short walk along the route that crosses Chevening Estate (which belongs to the Archbishop as mentioned earlier).

a short stretch of the Pilgrim’s Way
It has been a delightful assignment, the little lady I’m caring for is very sweet, the peace and tranquillity on the farm has been sublime….so much so that it makes me want to stay forever…or at least be here on holiday. 🙂
It’s been marvellous to fling back the sash windows early morning to listen to the birds waken and watch the sun rise. It reminds me of another time and place when I was caring for an elderly gentleman in Newton-Ferrers – also a wonderful person and someone I still remember with great fondness. At that time I wrote a poem that seems to fit this place too albeit not with a river or boats nearby.
Most mornings and some evenings depending on the weather, I have ventured outdoors to photograph either the sunrise or the sunset. Some days when I waken at 6:30am, as I open the curtains I am left gasping at the sheer beauty of the sunrise, and thus dashing outdoors in my gown and slippers…hair asunder, to capture the splendour of a new day.
And at night the sun sets over the North Downs casting long shadows and highlighting the verdant green fields. Stunning.
A few days ago I discovered a gap in the hedge, so now I can slip quietly through the garden, through the hedge and into the fields without having to traipse along the lane in my pyjamas and slippers. So far I haven’t met anyone else…probably a good thing or I may well be writing this from behind HM four walls. LOL

the gap in the hedge….just high enough to crouch through
It’s very quiet here and we are quite literally in the middle of wide open fields and country lanes. Occasionally if the wind is blowing from the south (apparently, according to the locals) I can hear the roar of the traffic on the M25. For the rest of the day, beyond the normal household sounds and the constant mumble and grumble of my client in the background (she gabbles to herself and reads out loud all day), the only sounds I hear are the pheasants, the birds on the feeder and the mumble of the Aga cooker.
Although it’s really quiet and sometimes too quiet, especially at night, I enjoy the peace and seldom get lonely. 
As I write, if I look to my right, I have a view of the farmyard and the wonderful red-brick barns and buildings.
There’s as oast-house cluster a stones-throw away that makes a most charming scene at night with the lights shining from the windows. That’s another perk of the countryside, you can leave your curtains open at night and enjoy the darkness, the sky a canopy of twinkling stars on a clear night.
Talking of which, a few nights ago I got to watch the ISS craft fly overhead….amazing stuff! It’s very bright and moves at an incredible speed. Very exciting. I waved of course to our Tim, but I doubt he saw me LOL.
I have just two days left now before heading home. I’m booked to return in July and shall look forward to that.

“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” – Saint Augustine
One of my dream journeys, I had previously, with my daughter, watched the Orient Express roll into Broadstairs Station on a couple of occasions – to the wide-eyed envy of the seaside town’s residents.
My daughter who is a genius at planning surprises and arranging things she knows I’d like to do, bought tickets for a trip on this elegant train from Victoria Station to Paddock Wood.
Outside, a band made up of 3 delightful ladies, entertained the waiting guests with tunes from the 40’s. Soon we were all swinging along to familiar tunes! How splendid.




Needless to say we had to explore the area, so since we still had about an hour and a half before the ceremony we walked along the riverside of the palace and onto a nearby footbridge for a better view…oh my gosh it’s gorgeous.
And what a location!! We stopped briefly at the College of All Saint’s founded in 1395 by Archbishop Courtenay and admired the nearby Church of All Saints; chock a block with history.


In no time at all we had stood to declare our names and swear allegiance to Queen and Country.
I felt totally bemused and as my daughter said, I looked a bit shell-shocked….I was in a state of disbelief. After all these years, finally I had applied and before I even had time to think about it, it was all done and dusted!!
I got my certificate, posed for photos with a representative of The Queen as well as a representative of Kent County Council and then we all, in good old British tradition, retired for tea and cake 🙂
Who would have known when I bounced through Johannesburg International Airport on the 8th October 2001 for a 4 month holiday in Ireland, that I would less than 15 years later be the citizen of a different country…..but so it is. And I am thrilled beyond words. I am a British Citizen!!











Once I find what I am looking for, I shall be off. I plan to travel and work, work and travel. Mostly in the spring, summer and autumn months and in winter I shall head to Europe. What a plan!!! 🙂 Why not come along with me and see all the wonderful things I shall see.

That aspect is so exciting I cannot even begin to express what it means, except to say that being able to just jump on a ferry and cross to France is beyond amazing. No more stress of having to book appointments and apply for a Schengen visa, to pay for a lawyer to give me a letter to say I am who I am (£85!!) for 25 minutes of his time…I should have an income like that!! And then to make another appointment to collect the visa and meanwhile unable to work or having to cut short an assignment in order to collect it. Being self-employed is great and I love the freedom of it, however it’s very difficult to organise things where you have no control over the schedules/dates made by officialdom.
To be fair I’d say at least 96% of my clients like my cooking…..but now and then we get someone who considers they have a discerning palate and find my meals unsatisfactory. Thank goodness this doesn’t bother me, I know I cook nice meals. 😉
The views out to sea are far and flat. Perfect for a sunrise and sunset. What does surprise me though is that they haven’t built any wind-farms out to sea!! It seems the perfect place really…no shipping to speak of and it doesn’t seem to be on a migratory route for birds.


I saw a motor-home similar to the model I want to buy for myself in 4 years’ time… I quizzed the owner about how comfortable it is to live in for an extended period, how spacious it may be within, how easy to drive, packing space, sleeping space, if light on fuel? It seems to be good from his account. I’m thinking something a wee bit bigger would be good for me. I shall keep looking. Most importantly I have to be able to stand up in it and have space for my computer and a stereo!! Oh and my helicopter camera.


Finally at Dumpton Gap we climbed to the cliff-top and made the rest of our walk with a somewhat different view of the seas; a churned up brown expanse of raging waves.

and the quirky architecture, Ramsgate has many links to the royal family and Charles Dickens. Princess Victoria convalesced at Albion House in Ramsgate for 6 months while recovering from a serious bout of typhoid.
Besides that Ramsgate Harbour has the unique distinction of being the only harbour in the United Kingdom awarded the right to call itself a Royal Harbour; bestowed by King George IV as a thank you for the hospitality shown by the people of Ramsgate when he used the harbour to depart and return with the Royal Yacht Squadron in 1821.




There is no way anyone would have been able to attack very easily.

We moved here in October 2014 and although I wasn’t at first really that keen to move so far from London, as soon as I visited for the first time I just fell in love with this little town.
Going back to the 1500’s there is loads of history linked to Broadstairs – namely Charles Dickens who lived in Broadstairs a number of times and stayed at the Royal Albion Hotel, where my daughter and I frequently have tea and pastries when I come home after my last job,
as well as which, what is now known as Bleak House,
and the Duke of Wellington who apparently had barracks in the town for his soldiers during the war against Napoleon in Belgium. A few months ago in June of 2015 Broadstairs played a leading role in the Waterloo 200 commemorations. After the battle at Waterloo, once Napoleon’s standard had been captured, some of his troops sailed across the channel with the standard intent on reaching London. They were tossed about by tide and winds and landed on the beach in Viking Bay in Broadstairs. There was a reenactment in Broadstairs with the New Waterloo Despatch delivered by boat, reported to the Constable on duty and thence to London by coach…..very exciting it was.


























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