Wide main roads have been flung across it to the sea. Yearly, thousands of cars tear across the county towards the coastal towns, and yearly thousands of men and women and children sit upon the beaches of Margate, Ramsgate and such towns, and gaze out to sea as though they resented the bar it has thrown across their wild speeding. Meanwhile Kent has begun to ignore this daily flow of traffic to and from the coast which does not touch the real county and only spoils the environs of the main roads. Along any of the great roads that lead to the Kentish coast it is possible, after the outskirts of London have been left behind, to turn aside from the highway and in a few minutes find yourself in scenes of rural and unspoiled charm. At one moment you can, if your choice runs to that kind of pleasure, be sitting in the bright, tubular-furnitured confines of a modern roadhouse, and the next be ducking your head to avoid the centuries old, adze-marked beams of an inn that was serving drink long before the highway which sponsors the roadhouse existed.
What do You think about Everyman's England (2011)?
