#dunorlan park

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Dunorlan Park, Royal Tunbridge Wells, Kent, England, October 2023.

[pippapassed]

Estranged

JUXTAPOSITION Photograph by MARTIN HÜBSCHER © October 2023  

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A golden hour recording to sink with peaceful music/ Dunorlan Park

[tunbridge-wells-taxi]

10-Must-Do Adventures in Royal Tunbridge Wells..

[late-night-petroleum]

July 2019

[3happythoughts]

Editing, moody and chocolate

1. Editing audio for a new project, hopefully to be revealed in the not too distant future!

2. Moody skies on a quick jaunt round Dunorlan park.

3. Starting to get addicted to the Divine 70% dark chocolate…

[wombattree]

Dunorlan Park (3) #dunorlanpark #tunbridgewells (at Dunorlan Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMIc99cladS/?igshid=165sk3qwlgat8

[louisewarwick]

#inktober day 9! Ink wash geese with collage beaks! (My second visit to the park in two days!) Feeling so much more upbeat and inspired this week! * For #inktober 2017 I'm doing an observational drawing a day throughout October using a mix of pre inked paper for collaging, Indian ink, dip pen, brushes and my favourite brush pen! I want to bring more drawing into my collages so this seems like the perfect excuse! * #inktober2017 #ink #collage #collageart #collageartist #papercut #sketchbook #observationaldrawing #geese (at Dunorlan Park)

[stargoose-photo]

Dunorlan Park, Royal Tunbridge Wells, Kent, England, October 2023.

[gpworkshops]

Fountain at #dunorlan #park (at Dunorlan Park)

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Dunorlan Park Turnbridgewells

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😎 #dunorlan #dunorlanpark #tunbridgewells #royaltunbridgewells #park #boatinglake #sunshine #blueskies #sun #spring #springhassprung #warm #like4like #likeforlike #nofilter #nofilterneeded (at Dunorlan Park)

[late-night-petroleum]

July 2019

[pensive-poetry-blog]

Four Promises- Part (1/4)

I promised to try, that night in Tunbridge Wells when I was drunk and you weren’t. I don’t regret it, I think, I was four months deep at that point. Four months since you sat on my lap and I was too scared to say anything, too scared to move, too scared of not moving and too scared of the idea of ‘making a move’. I was utterly consumed by your presence. Put quite plainly, you were cute, and I lusted over you. It’s a very simple, human thing to do. It was easier than ever to get into this horrible, lovesick mess but harder than ever to get out of. That night I sat next to Tom at the bottom of the garden of one of those parties that was seemingly hosted anonymously, that night it was true that words were powerful. I truly believe so and I still hold that outlook. Words are powerful. They were certainly powerful enough to make me do something I would never have done otherwise- text you first. Tom convinced me to do so between fits of purging his stomach into that horribly chilled and dewy grass. He said you confided in him that you had feelings for me, for me. I couldn’t believe it.

Sitting in that disgusting grass amongst half-smoked cigarettes and frankly impressive amounts of crumpled, plastic, red cups, I even deluded myself to your affections. I vividly remember looking out over Dunorlan Park, feeling that cold autumn breeze on my sweaty brow, watching it rustle through the dark, dramatic silhouettes of the trees in the distance and feeling helplessly rooted in the present. I felt connected to that moment, to what was happening around me and I was extremely aware of the wider social circles at the time, nay, at that exact moment. I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone else stole your affections away from me, and so I slowly began to convince my heart to follow my mind. I was naive though. My mind was filled with ravenous lust, it was brimming with a hunger for affection and intimacy like I had seldom experienced before. In forcing my heart to obey my mind I thrusted myself onto a path destined for emotional turmoil and pain.

It’s as if Tom, no matter how incapacitated, could see my eyes darkening as I watched the scene presented before me. He emphasised the time constraints, how fleeting a moment of true mutual affection actually is, he drove home the fact that it had been some weeks since you had last said anything of the matter to him, and I ate it straight out the palm of his hand like some kind of animal. He played the role of Devil’s advocate, and he performed brilliantly. The Cupid who’s arrow hit the wrong target, I was helpless to any sense of reason from my close friends but more importantly from myself, too. So I poured out my heart to you, God knows not for the last time, and I hoped you’d pour yours back but I was so naive. Even our first messages hurt me. You said exactly: “It’s not much but we can try it and see where it goes”. That was the first time I threw myself at your feet and placed all the power into your hands. That was promise number one, my promise to try, just as your text had commanded. I slept well that night.

Adam Ray

Part (1/4)

[wombattree]

Dunorlan Park (2) #dunorlanpark #tunbridgewells (at Dunorlan Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMIcqLfl8eE/?igshid=5jo48ir4ss0b

[ashorthistorylesson]

Night mode and edited in photoshop but I still like the way this photo turned out #dunorlan #tunbridgewells #p30pro #sky #clouds#summer #park #nightmode @ Dunorlan Park https://t.co/S1ZX643KAV