The Word Cloud

I am not a car diver and do not have access to a car driver either.  Over the last week  I have been  using my leave taking buses into Kent.  One  journey involved taking six buses in one day -  another three trains and  a bus.
The buses turned up on time and were well used.  The majority of people used some form of card to pay.   
     All the bus drivers - quite a few of them were female - were all pleasant and dealt  with wheelchair access etc - with patience.  They provide a valuable social service.    Public transport has  not been abandoned in  Northern Europe to the extent that it has been in England.   
     Some months ago I blogged  about a breach of promise case that occurred in the middle of the nineteenth  century  and have been looking at the areas where the events occurred.  Everything happened in picture book  Kent, and in  places where the National  Trust has made it's presence felt.   One great, great  grandfather, and his parents, are even buried in a church owned by the National Trust and other properties are  now listed buildings.
     The information turned up though the landlady of a public house - now a tourist  destination - sending letters to a relation in Australia.  These letters,inadvertently, turned up on  the Internet.  Surely there is a film here without doing anything?   Many farmers etc from Kent emigrated to Australia in the nineteenth century and their descendants come to Kent to look up their origins.    Trials are stories in themselves.