The Rolling Stones Blue Plaque in Dartford

Jon is used to my quirks (which I am sure he finds charming), but I guess even he didn’t understand what I was on about when I insisted we should spend the night in Dartford on our way to Scotland and go to the train station “in order to see a landmark”.

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Answering your search queries

In its infinite wisdom, The Search Engine That Shan’t Be Named allows me to access the search queries that drive traffic to this blog. In an effort to connect with my readership, and because frankly, some of those queries are proper bonkers, I’ve decided to address them all in one post. You’re welcome.

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