Kent Kite Club

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Kent Kite Club

YES, HERE IN TUNBRIDGE WELLS weve got it all, the infamous Mineral Spa  often frequented by royalty, a theatre and the world-renowned Pantiles, an elegant shopping area, laid out way back in 1638. Plus many organisations and charities including the English Basket-weavers Association, Welsh Bagpipe Players Worldwide, and of course, the Kent Kite Club. Please see me after the tour if you would like a free guide to local clubs and events.
The tour guide gave a sickly, toothy grin, then led the rest of the hot and tired tourists off to another interesting part of the city. Mr. Mohandas Rashid, a tall dark Indian with a furry moustache, took a long breath as his eyes scanned the area for a snack bar, no such luck. He glanced at his watch. Damn! It was five to six! He had five minutes to get from the town centre to Derricks house, carrying his heavy suitcase, packed full with clothes and memories of times gone by. The journey was going to take at least twenty minutes! Derrick and Mohandas had been close friends since pre-school, and theyd been neighbours on an estate in Hemel Hempstead, but they hadnt seen each other since University. Mr. Rashid paused as he thought over the contents of the case, and wondered what it would be like to see his old chum; would they still have the same things in common? Would Derrick not like his suit? It would be all right, even if they didnt get on; it was only going to be for a few days. Mohandas wondered whether he should have brought his old kite, Derrick might think it was a bit childish, then again Derrick said on the phone to bring it, but Mohandas thought he might have been joking& Stop worrying! Mohandas told himself, as he reached for the suitcase and headed for Redneck Drive.
After an exhausting trek through the dirty streets of the sub-orderly town, Mohandas came across a brand new sign with the simple REDNECK DRIVE in bold black letters looking down on him from the side of the last house in the road.
I guess this must be it. Mohandas said to himself as he reached inside the top-left pocket of his bleach-white, iron-pressed shirt for the letter stating his friends address. Canterville Chase, Redneck Drive, Tunbridge Wells, Kent. Mohandas glimpsed up the road. He could see a few outside lights on and a few shocked cats running off at the approach of a stranger. Mohandas looked at the houses, relatively new, quite upmarket, with brand new Toyotas decorating each plot. At the end of th...

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