It Was Diana's Day Off,

so into the car,

and we were off, I should say that today I am only making one post, as soon as I post this as it is Wednesday I will be on my way to visit Duncan, back to Tuesday,

past the Spitfire and Hurricane on display at the Biggin Hill Museum,

where we then arrived at Westerham,

as it happens we were here about a year ago,

in mid February, you can look at our previous visit here,

but unlike then the antiques shop was closed today a Tuesday,

we walked along the High Street,

past a couple of coaching public houses, where in the day coach and horses would be driven through the front of the coaching house to the stables at the rear, and travellers would spend the night as they journeyed on,

the street has a number of old buildings with shops on the ground floor,

we decided to stop here for a bite to eat,

the Kings Arms,

the building dating from the 1700s,

a look at the menu,

behind me I am guessing was what was once a full bottle of whiskey, Dad actually had a bottle this size, full I hasten to add, back in the 1950s, this one now empty and full of corks,

we ordered and in no time Diana's cheese and ham panni with chips arrived,

along with my meal,

a sirloin steak and chips, with a tea and a coffee the bill came to just a tad under £30.00,

coming out of the public house we turned left and found this sign, Bonneval Gardens,

so we thought we would have a look, 

in a Wow! factor of 0 - 10, we gave it -1, it was the councils officer car park!

we continued walking along the High Street, or Square I think it is actually called,

turning round here,

and retracing our steps,

past the greengrocers,

and towards the Kings Arms which we passed, 

we came to the green,

with its famous statue of General Wolfe,

Diana was on the look out,

for the cake shop,

not this shop,

although it had a nice display in the window, the one Diana wanted was next door,

a tea, a coffee, a slice of Victoria sponge and a rock cake for myself,

now well and truly full,

we made our way to the church,

taking photographs as we went,

as it happens the last time we were here it was a bright sunny day,

today it was cold and overcast,

with of all things slight flurries of snow!

we made our way around the graveyard,

I just had to have a pose!

last year the crocuses were all in flower, 

this year it was the turn of snowdrops,

clumps of them everywhere,

looking back towards the church, 

as we followed the path downhill,

passing ever more snowdrops on the way,

with just a few crocus left flowering,

Diana stopped under this tree,

looking down,

so many snowdrops, there were also lots of daffodils, but only one or two with open flowers,

the exception being like the ones in the garden of Foxgrove Lodge, if they were dwarf or miniatures they were in full flower,

we were at the bottom of the hill,

looking back,

the skies really grey to say the least,

past one last stand of dwarf daffodils,

and we were on our way home, driving through a few slight flurries of snow, the total journey door to door was 27.5 miles, we averaged just 19 miles an hour, I should say we have never seen so many temporary traffic lights on a journey! it seemed like every few miles we were waiting in a queue of traffic, worse still on the way back we looked for workmen, on not a single place was a workman to be seen! I guess because of all of the queues and stop start driving we only did 47 miles to the gallon, arriving home it was feet up for a coffee and a couple of quiz shows, after a small snack a Midsomer Murder, followed by a episode of A Touch Of frost before we were off to bed.