I can’t help wondering if you might think like me, that there is a thing about place names. Names that for whatever reason stick in your mind; Angmering is one, Princes Risbororough and Bishops Stortford are others. Of those three names I have a very tenuous link with only one, the others are there because I must have heard about them at some point in my life for some entirely random reason and they stuck in my mind.
Then you have names that stay in your mind and you build a picture of them even though you’ve never been there. One such place is the Spa town, Royal Tunbridge Wells. Today, we visited this town and that is the ambition fulfilled. For as long as I can remember I have wanted to visit Royal Tunbridge Wells, and today I did.
A very reasonable question you might as is; were my expectations fulfilled? And I have to say that no, they were not. I am beginning to suspect though, that is not the towns fault, we just did not see the right part of town, concentrating as we did on the high street. I have Wikipedia open the moment to confirm that the accolade “Royal” was granted by King Edward VII in 1909, at the same time I can see a picture of The historic centre of the town, The Pantiles. Somehow, we completely managed to miss those.
Does that mean that my now distorted picture of the town painted, as it is now by my version of reality needs to be corrected by a re-visit? Arguably yes, as I am in danger of doing it an injustice.
When will that re-visit take place? Who knows, not in the immediate future I suspect, but you never know.
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