In Tunbridge Wells, if you drop litter,
Why then your soul will surely fritter,
Midst the hideous flames of Hell.
(It's somewhere south of Camberwell)
And should you park on yellow lines,
You risk not only parking fines,
But greater cost! (there is none steeper),
A visit from the local Reaper!!
So heed my words,
And homeword flee,
But first do have a nice Cream Tea!
Okay. It's a fair cop! She's actually totally harmless, sparkly white and as pure as the driven snow, and situated on the top of the local Corn Exchange. Just walk along the Pantiles and glance at the view opposite the shops...
When you take a friend with you on a little trip, they may ask you to take photos of something you wouldn't normally take photos of... so when my friend said "Ohhh you have to take a photo of THAT" I explained that it just wasn't appropriate - until she reminded me that I have already got a "Fruiterers Passage" on my London page... so why not a "Friends Passage"?? Why not indeed?? :))
I'm guessing this was something to do with the Quakers, but I will get back with more info soon!