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I had gone away from Kent the Garden, working, and returned today.
On crossing the Thames, half way over the Dartford bridge, there's a sign saying: welcome to Kent, and the landscape suddenly changes:
no more electricity pilons everywhere, but green vegetation, trees, brooks, valleys, home sweet home.
No more riots, no havoc, fruit and berries everywhere.
I've just gone out into the back garden and picked apples, pears, plums and blackberries.
Our White Horsy of Kent smiling, challenging back as always!