Tunbridge Wells is a beautiful town stuffed full with history, albeit it only came into existence in 1606. The only none medieval town in Kent, it made up for its late start in life by becoming the very height of a Society holiday resort in the 1700s.
It matured into a respectable middle aged town for the more restrained Victorians and then morphed in the 1950’s, into the epitome of Colonel Blimp’s Middle England and home to Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells – a perpetually apoplectic & prolific writer of letters to The Times regarding the state of society – or is that just a rumour?
In fact, Tunbridge Wells appears to revel in this tongue-in-cheek
self mockery but as with all rumour mongering there is an element of truth.
Today Tunbridge Wells is a vibrant town proud of its heritage;
not afraid to look to the future nor shackled to its past; rather, it celebrates
being just what it is.
“Tunbridge Wells is Tunbridge Wells, and there is nothing really like it upon our
planet”. H.E. Bates.
I couldn’t have put it better myself!