On our way north from Hastings, we stopped by the home of Rudyard Kipling. My sisters went Gaga. After my 10 minutes visit, I headed to the tea room for a proper spot of afternoon tea. I felt so bloody English.
The house
The garden next to the tea room, where I found solace.
The house
The garden next to the tea room, where I found solace.
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