Just to prove that I do read comments, even if I manifestly fail to answer most of them; today was a brief tour of Studd Hill for furtheron.
It is a slightly mad place, a private estate on the western edge of Herne Bay. To be frank I would love to live there, it has that slightly ramshackle, non-uniform appearance that appeals to me. And it is next to what I consider to be my ‘home patch’ of coast.
Most of the ‘roads’ are named for car manufacturers, many of bygone days. I place roads in inverted commas as being a private estate they are not maintained by the council and are a bit patchy. The concrete that typifies the north Kent coast is here but crunched up into manageable crumbs. The council send out a special teeny bin lorry to save crumbling them further. Each house is different, most are single story but not all. Some have flash cars in the drive, some have classic cars, some have rusting lumps. Some are brand new, some indeterminate. I avoided taking pictures of individual houses because it felt too intrusive, it is that sort of place. I got the impression that most were inhabited rather than holiday homes.
The photo of the road (plus unavoidable shadow of me) is of Morris Avenue, my namesake. If anyone wishes to buy me a house on Morris Avenue for Xmas that would be great, thanks.
TalboAvenue is Talbot Avenue, possibly road-sign weevils ate the t and the space.
4.1 entertainingly twisty miles, with a proper hill on the way home.