It took only the short train journey for her to begin thinking about life in Bells Yew Green. With the town of Tunbridge Wells only four miles away, loads of services and shops would be near at hand, and the area was chock-full of fine gardens to visit for inspiration. Pru rang for a cab from the station and took down the driver’s phone number so she could ring him for the return trip. She had barely settled back into the seat when they arrived. Good clay soils led to an abundance of brickworks in Kent and Sussex, and so brick buildings were a common sight in towns and villages—along with those made from local ironstone. Brick-built Primrose House sat slightly back from the road with an oval gravel drive leading to it and back to the road again. Although good-sized, it was certainly not enormous; it was the smallest of the manor farms on what had been a grand estate. The castle—owned by the Earl of Lamerton—came with a Grade-II listing, noting its historical status, but none of the manor farms had a listing and had been sold off individually over the past hundred years.
