Monday: The Great Crested ... What?

Cosy house, Kent, about to put the kettle on, England

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The Great Crested Newt (I’m sorry, but it’s hard to imagine any newt being very great) is endangered. So endangered in fact that knee-high blue plastic fences (people’s knees) are put up around building sites to keep them from getting in. Or it might be out, I’m not entirely clear. Judging by the number of controversial building projects scattered around the region which are held up or abandoned completely because of possibly disturbing the Great Crested Newt, (including a footbridge across the railway line which people have been wanting for 100 years) locals have come to the conclusion that their numbers must actually be in plague proportions.
What I wonder is if anybody has asked the newt how disturbing it finds all that bright blue plastic.

Each village has an emblem. The emblem for Biddenden is two women in long frocks standing side by side. In truth, they are just standing side. They are known as the Biddenden Maids and were Siamese twins born in Biddenden in the 1100s, joined at the hip. They had 20 acres and became philanthropists, then emblems.



We went to Hastings for fish and chips for dinner. Tall black tarred net hanger shacks hunched along the seafront. Pitch and tar used to waterproof wooden huts also mean spectacular fires from time to time.The delightful and slightly giddy Victorian pier was dark for winter. The menu has a plethora of fish and the buildings have a gracious air about them. I believe there is sea about but it was dark. And wasn’t there some kind of fracas here once?...

Between the two photos below is a statue of Queen Victoria. I just missed her...

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