A Sense of CONTINUITY

In a picture-postcard view of Parsonage Oasts, from the towpath on the opposite bank of the River Medway at Yalding, the four, square, cowl-topped ‘towers’ and the ruggedly defensive stone and brick walls, softened only by a magnificent overhanging specimen of x , can seem formidable. Only when you cross a narrow canal bridge and scrunch your way up the hidden drive past massed daffodils and pretty trees to be welcomed by the owners in their gardening clothes with two sociable geese in attendance, does a more gentle picture emerge. It is one of devotion to a family home and garden, created from derelict farm buildings set in an acre of equally derelict land, that is now