The Holy Well
A Memory of Folkestone.
In 1977 I was ten years old and the "holy well" as it was known to me was a playground, an escape and a place to watch life in Folkestone happen before my eyes. The channel tunnel consigned all this to memory. I would walk from my house in Cheriton during the long summer break from school.
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