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The WalkTW Building Files series — deep-dive investigations into individual buildings across Royal Tunbridge Wells and the hidden histories behind them.

THE OLD WEST STATION
A Building File: 1 Linden Park Road
Building Files, Issue 4
This post is part of the Railway War series. Start with Part 1 (1845–1923) and Part 2 (1940–present) if you’re coming to this fresh.
There is a building on Linden Park Road that has spent 160 years confusing people about what it is supposed to be.
It arrived in 1866 as a railway station, the LBSCR’s triumphant answer to the SER’s existing terminus half a mile away. It closed in 1985 when British Railways decided the line wasn’t worth keeping. It became a Beefeater. Then a pub. Then a Wild West steakhouse with nine hotel rooms named after South American tribes and a large decorative jail that you can book for parties.
The building, for its part, has said nothing. It just stands there — red brick, round-arched windows, three-storey clocktower with a pyramidal roof and a louvred cupola — looking exactly as it did when the first LBSCR train pulled in on 1 October 1866. Which is, depending on your mood, either deeply reassuring or faintly absurd.
The Building Itself
Before we discuss what has been done to it, it is worth pausing on what it actually is.
Tunbridge Wells West station was designed by Charles Henry Driver, an engineer’s architect whose credits include the ornamental masonry of the Thames Embankment, the Abbey Mills Pumping Station, and the Crystal Palace aquarium. He was, in short, someone who understood how to make a functional structure look considerably more important than strictly necessary.
The building he gave Tunbridge Wells in 1866 reflects that instinct entirely. The facade is two storeys of red brick with ashlar and black brick dressings, arranged across a ten-bay centre block with a gable-fronted wing to the west and a three-storey clocktower to the east. The ground floor carries nine round-arched windows and an arched doorway, connected by a decorated ashlar impost band that runs the full width of the building. The eaves are serrated, with an ashlar cornice on foliated brackets. The clock tower terminates in a pyramidal slate roof, above which sits a louvred cupola with a weathervane.
Inside, the original booking hall featured a panelled ceiling, a three-bay, columned arcade, and four gas-lit ticket windows. It was, in every sense, a statement building — the LBSCR making unmistakably clear that it had arrived in Tunbridge Wells and intended to stay.
Historic England listed it Grade II on 27 March 1986, approximately ten months after the last train departed. The listing came just in time.
What Happened Next
The building’s post-railway life has proceeded in three acts, each successively stranger than the last.
Act One arrived in the late 1980s, when the main building was converted into a Beefeater restaurant called The Old West Station. The name was apt — it is the Old West Station — though one suspects the Beefeater marketing department was gesturing at cowboys rather than Victorian railway geography. The booking hall, with its panelled ceiling and stone columns, became a dining room. The arched windows looked out over the car park where the platforms used to be.
Act Two followed when Herald Inns and Bars purchased the building and continued operating it as a pub-restaurant under the same name. The Cowboys remained notional.
Act Three began in 2009, when Smith & Western moved in. They are a chain of American-themed steakhouses with Wild West decor, banjo music, and a menu running to ribs, burgers, and fajitas. They have leaned into the theme with total commitment. There is a saloon bar. There is a decorative jail available for private hire. The nine hotel rooms are named after South American tribes, which is a geographically inventive touch. The restaurant’s own website describes the building as “a historic landmark brought back to life,” which is one way of putting it.
The Awkward Question
Here is where this Building File has to say something honest, even if it is not entirely comfortable.
Wild West decor in a Grade II listed Victorian railway station is, on the face of it, a jarring combination. Driver’s building was conceived as a piece of civic architecture — a public gateway to a prosperous town, with the proportions and detailing to match. Filling it with cowboy hats and country music is not, by any conventional standard of heritage, a sympathetic use.
Furthermore, the context is particularly pointed in Tunbridge Wells. The station building sits directly beside the Spa Valley Railway — a preservation society that spent eleven years fighting to bring the line back, that operates steam trains through the High Weald on volunteer labour, that named itself TWERPS with cheerful obliviousness. One half of the site is a labour of love. The other half serves nachos.
And yet.
The alternative — which was very real in the late 1980s, when the building stood derelict, and the Sainsbury’s bulldozers were active next door — was not a sensitively curated heritage centre with educational panels and a gift shop selling LBSCR tea towels. The alternative was a building with no income, no maintenance budget, and no one with a financial incentive to care whether the roof held.
Adaptive reuse is how most Victorian buildings survive. Those that do not find commercial use tend not to survive at all. Churches become apartments. Pumping stations become nightclubs. Railway hotels become offices. The question is never whether the new use is architecturally ideal — it rarely is — but whether the building is being maintained, whether its structural fabric is intact, and whether the people who walk through its doors can still read the original building clearly if they look up.
On those terms, the Old West Station is doing reasonably well. The exterior is well-maintained. The nine round-arched windows are still in place. The clock tower still stands above Linden Park Road as it has since 1866. The panelled booking hall ceiling — the one that was lit by gas when the LBSCR first opened the doors — is still there above the tables.
What It Owes the Town
There is, however, one thing that adaptive reuse does not automatically provide, and which the Old West Station has so far largely declined to offer: a readable connection to its own history.
A building this significant — designed by the architect of the Thames Embankment, built as the centrepiece of a Victorian railway war, the scene of the final passenger departure in 1985 and the subsequent eleven-year preservation battle — deserves more than a passing mention on a restaurant website. It deserves an interpretation panel in the entrance. A framed history on the wall of the booking hall. Something that tells the people eating their fajitas where they actually are.
This is not a radical demand. It costs very little. Moreover, it is arguably good for business — a story this good makes the building more interesting to visit, not less. However, as things stand, the Wild West theme is the narrative, and the Victorian railway history is the backdrop.
The driver’s building has survived a bomb, a closure, a supermarket next door, and four decades of commercial tenants. It is still standing. That matters enormously. But standing is not the same as being understood — and a building in the middle of Tunbridge Wells, with this much history in its walls, deserves to be both.
The Building Files is a WalkTW series exploring the hidden histories of Royal Tunbridge Wells’s most interesting addresses. The Smith & Western is open seven days a week at 1 Linden Park Road, TN2 5QL. The Spa Valley Railway departs from the platform directly behind it.
18 June 2026
Tunbridge Wells Railway War – Part 2
Bombs, Bureaucrats, and a Toilet Block with a Removal Clause
Building Files, Issue 3 (continued)
When the Southern Railway took ownership of both Tunbridge Wells stations in 1923, it inherited a peace that nobody had quite asked for. Two stations, one tunnel, decades of simmering antagonism — all of it now tidied away into a single company balance sheet. The railway war was over. What followed was something quieter, and in some ways stranger: a slow, incremental dismantling of everything the LBSCR had built.
It took sixty years. It involved a German bomb, a supermarket, and a toilet block whose planning permission came with the most unusual clause in Tunbridge Wells history.
20 November 1940
The Luftwaffe was not, as a rule, targeting railway engine sheds in medium-sized Kent spa towns. However, on 20 November 1940, a bomb found the locomotive shed at Tunbridge Wells West anyway.
The damage was significant. The original Victorian slate roof — laid in 1891 when the LBSCR expanded the depot to four roads — was destroyed. British Railways replaced it with corrugated asbestos sheeting. This was, in the fullest sense, a wartime solution: functional, immediate, and utterly without grace.
The great red-brick engine shed survived. It still stands today, its arched windows intact, its Victorian bones unshaken. The asbestos roof is long gone. However, on the night of November 20th 1940, nobody was thinking about the long term. They were thinking about getting the trains running again.
The Slow Decline
The post-war decades were not kind to Tunbridge Wells West. Meanwhile, Tunbridge Wells Central — the SER’s station, the one that had won the first round of the rivalry in 1845 — was electrified in 1986 and went from strength to strength.
West was a different story. It served the Wealden villages, the Groombridge valleys, and the old LBSCR lines through the High Weald. These were lightly used routes, operating on a shoestring. By the early 1980s, the track needed relaying, the signalling needed replacing, and British Railways had run the numbers.
The conclusion was blunt: keeping the line from Eridge to Grove Junction open would cost £175,000 a year more than it earned. Furthermore, the planned electrification of the Tonbridge to Hastings line required the removal of Grove Junction — the very connection that had been bored through the hillside in 1876 as the price of peace between two Victorian rivals. Therefore, the junction would go. And without it, Tunbridge Wells West was an island.
British Railways announced closure on 16 May 1983. Local objections were strong enough to delay it. In February 1985, the Secretary of State for Transport confirmed the decision. The last passenger service ran on 6 July 1985.
It is reported that as the final train crossed Grove Junction that evening, the permanent way team was already waiting on the other side with tools in hand. The track was lifted the following morning. After 119 years, the LBSCR’s line into Tunbridge Wells was gone.
The Group That Named Itself TWERPS
Six weeks later, on 13 September 1985, a meeting was held in Groombridge village hall. The mood, one imagines, was determined rather than cheerful.
The people in that room formed a charitable society to do something that British Railways had just declared economically indefensible: reopen the line. They named themselves the Tunbridge Wells and Eridge Railway Preservation Society. The acronym, as the Spa Valley Railway’s own history notes, was chosen by people who were “blissfully unaware of the fact that anyone would use such an acronym to poke fun at them.”
TWERPS it was. And TWERPS they remained.
The Sainsbury’s Compromise
The next few years were hard. Vegetation reclaimed the trackbed. The station buildings sat derelict. Then, in the late 1980s, the situation became dramatically more complicated.
Tunbridge Wells Borough Council granted planning permission for a large Sainsbury’s supermarket complex on the site of the former goods yard at Tunbridge Wells West. The goods shed was demolished. The signal boxes vanished. The former stabling sidings disappeared under concrete and car parking. A Homebase arrived next door.
However — and this is where the story acquires its most distinctly Tunbridge Wells character — the planning permission came with conditions.
The 1891 locomotive shed was a listed building. So was the station itself. They could not be touched. Furthermore, the council negotiated a formal agreement with Lord Sainsbury: a corridor would be preserved alongside Linden Park Road, sufficient for a reinstated railway line to pass through the site. And if, at any future point, the railway returned and any Sainsbury’s building stood in its way, the company would remove it at their own cost.
In the mid-1990s, a toilet block was built on this corridor. It stood in the path of the railway. It could, under the terms of the agreement, be demolished.
A toilet block with a legally binding removal clause. In Tunbridge Wells. Where else.
The Return
In 1994, with a loan from Tunbridge Wells Borough Council, TWERPS acquired the line. In December 1996 — eleven years after closure — the first heritage train ran from the restored station at Tunbridge Wells West toward Groombridge, hauled by a steam locomotive called North Downs. Services reached Groombridge in August 1997, Birchden Junction in 2005, and Eridge in March 2011.
The spur to Grove Junction — the peace tunnel itself, the single track bored through the hill in 1876 — was sold for £1 in 2001 to Railway Paths Ltd, a subsidiary of Sustrans. It is protected by covenant: the land can only ever be used for railway purposes. It is safeguarded in the East Sussex Structure Plan. It sits there now, overgrown, waiting.
The great engine shed has been restored. The platform is busy on summer weekends. Steam trains run through the High Weald to Eridge, through Groombridge and High Rocks, through the same countryside the LBSCR carved its route through in 1866.
What Remains
Tunbridge Wells Central — SER territory, always, is a busy commuter station. Southeastern trains to London Charing Cross, London Bridge, and Hastings. The clock tower that appears in the Victorian photographs still stands above the forecourt. The taxis queue where the horse-drawn carriages once waited.
Tunbridge Wells West is something different: a working museum, a community project, and an argument that some things are worth keeping not because they are profitable but because they are loved.
The two stations began as enemies. They ended as a pair of complementary survivors — one thriving on the main line, one thriving on nostalgia, volunteer labour, and the particular stubbornness of people who name their campaign group TWERPS and mean it.
The railway war ended in 1923. The railway, however, did not.
The Building Files is a WalkTW series exploring the hidden histories of Royal Tunbridge Wells’s most interesting addresses. Grove Tunnel remains intact beneath Grove Hill, sealed but structurally sound, its Victorian brickwork still in place.
17 June 2026
The WalkTW Building Files — Corn Exchange – Issue 2 🏛️🔍
The Building That Broke the Law by Existing
The Corn Exchange, 49 The Pantiles, Royal Tunbridge Wells, TN2 5TN is also known for being the historic Corn Exchange building at Pontiles Tunbridge Wells.
Walk south along The Pantiles on any summer afternoon. Pass the Chalybeate Spring, pass the coffee shops and the collonaded walkway. Stop when you reach the building with the statue on the roof.
Look up. She’s been there since 1844 — Ceres, the Roman goddess of grain and harvest, standing on a parapet flanked by cornucopias, scythe in hand, looking out over The Pantiles with the expression of someone who has seen everything and is mildly amused by most of it.
The Historic England listing describes her simply as “a statue of a female figure with scythe and sheaf of corn.” However, she is considerably more interesting than that. She is watching over a building that began its life as a theatre, hosted two of the greatest actors in British history, straddled a county border, and was — at one point — technically in two different counties simultaneously.
The Corn Exchange is not what it appears to be. In fact, it never has been.
How a Fairground Performer Built a Theatre on The Pantiles
Sarah Baker was an illiterate fairground performer who became one of the most successful self-made women of her time. Born in 1737, she grew up travelling the country with her mother and younger sister, entertaining crowds at country fairs and race meetings. In the early 1770s, recently widowed and with three young children, she took over the small family troupe.
In the face of fierce opposition from male rivals, she began building a theatre empire across Kent. It was not until 1789 that Sarah — well into her fifties by then — opened the first of what she described as her “great grand” Kentish theatres in Canterbury. She went on to build three more purpose-built theatres in the county: Rochester in 1791, Maidstone in 1798, and Tunbridge Wells in 1802.
All four were built to the same plan and similar dimensions, to allow for scenery to be easily moved between them. As a result, Sarah ran what was effectively a theatrical touring circuit across the entire county — moving actors, sets and costumes between four identical buildings, each playing to a different Kent audience.
The Tunbridge Wells theatre cost her approximately £1,600 to build. It officially opened on 8 July 1802, designed in the neoclassical style, built in brick with a stucco finish, and featuring a symmetrical main frontage of three bays facing onto The Pantiles.
That original frontage is still exactly what you’re looking at today.
The Stage in Sussex, The Audience in Kent
Here is the detail that belongs on every heritage trail in this town and is on none of them.
The Corn Exchange was built in 1802 over the Grom Brook, which carried the county boundary between Kent and Sussex. As a result, the actors on the stage would perform in Sussex while the audience watched from Kent.
Think about what that means in practice. Every actor who walked onto that stage stepped from Kent into Sussex. Every entrance was a county crossing. Every exit was a return to England’s garden county. The audience, meanwhile, sat in Kent and watched people perform in a different county entirely.
Before the alteration of the county boundary, the theatre had the stage in Sussex and the auditorium in Kent. It later became the Corn Exchange. In 1894, however, the administrative boundary was redrawn to encompass the entire expanding town. Under the Local Government Act 1894, the boundary between the Administrative County of Kent and the Administrative County of East Sussex was moved two miles south, incorporating the entirety of the growing town.
Therefore, the county-straddling stage disappeared not because anything about the building changed, but because a government act moved the border. The theatre didn’t move. England simply redrew itself around it.
The Actor Who Left Town Ahead of a Mob
The actors Edmund Kean and Charles Kemble both performed on the stage in the building in the first half of the 19th century. In addition, the plaque on the wall outside confirms this plainly. However, the plaque does not mention what happened next.
Edmund Kean went on to become arguably the greatest Shakespearean actor of the 19th century. He was one of the greatest of English tragic actors — a turbulent genius noted as much for his megalomania and ungovernable behaviour as for his portrayals of villains in Shakespearean plays.
Before all of that, however, he was a young actor in Mrs Baker’s company at Tunbridge Wells. He joined Mrs Baker’s company in Tunbridge Wells and spent a year there. Furthermore, he probably would have stayed longer, except he found himself in trouble with a townsman — he had seduced the man’s wife — and was forced to leave just ahead of a vengeful mob.
The man who would later be described by Coleridge as watching his acting being “like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning” left Tunbridge Wells one step ahead of an angry husband. He then went to Gloucester, met a woman called Mary Chambers, married her, and eventually became the most celebrated actor in England.
The stage where all of this began is now an antiques market. However, the frontage is unchanged. Next time you walk past, note the three neoclassical bays, the fluted Doric columns at the porch, and the parapet above. That is exactly what Edmund Kean saw when he first arrived — and rather hastily when he left.
From Theatre to Grain Market to Antiques
After Baker died in 1816, the theatre passed to her son-in-law, William Dowton. However, audiences dwindled, and the theatre closed in 1843.
In consequence, the building became a corn exchange — a market where grain was bought and sold. The corn exchange conversion was completed, and the building reopened in November 1844 by John Nevill, 3rd Earl of Abergavenny, whose seat was at Eridge Park. Furthermore, it was at this point that the Ceres statue appeared on the roof — the Roman goddess of grain, finally appropriate to the building’s new purpose.
For a century, therefore, the building that Sarah Baker built as a theatre sold wheat. Then it became a Tourist Information Centre. Finally, it is today an antiques and fine art market — Grade II listed, officially designated on 20 May 1952.
However, the interior you see today is not entirely original. The building was extensively reconstructed in 1989. As a result, the original theatrical interior — the stage, the auditorium, the boxes where Georgian audiences watched performances in a different county — is gone. What remains is the 1802 frontage, unchanged and still facing The Pantiles.
What the Plaque Doesn’t Tell You
There is a green plaque on the wall. It reads, accurately, that this was formerly the Tunbridge Wells Theatre, built in 1802 by Sarah Baker, that Edmund Kean and Charles Kemble performed here, and that the stage was in Sussex while the auditorium was in Kent.
However, it doesn’t mention that Sarah Baker was illiterate. She reputedly never learned to write more than her name, yet when she died at Rochester in February 1816, just months before her eightieth birthday, her estate was estimated at more than £20,000 — equivalent to well over £1.5 million today.
Furthermore, it doesn’t mention that Edmund Kean left the building toward an angry mob. It doesn’t mention the county boundary running beneath the stage, or the Grom Brook that carried it. It doesn’t mention that the woman watching from the roof has been standing there since 1844, long before anyone now alive was born, watching everything that happens on The Pantiles with the patient attention of someone who has absolutely nowhere else to be.
🗺️ Go Find It Today
The Corn Exchange is at 49 The Pantiles, TN2 5TN — on the south side of the Lower Walk, impossible to miss. Look for Ceres on the roof. The green plaque is on the wall to the right of the entrance.
The antiques market inside is open most days. Therefore, this is the one Building File entry where you can walk around inside the building freely — browsing furniture and vintage prints on the site of a stage that was once in a different county.
Meanwhile, if you want the full Sarah Baker picture, the Theatre Wars post and the Theatre Queen of The Pantiles cover the remarkable story of how she built her empire in much more detail.
🕵️ The Open Questions
Three things the WalkTW archive cannot yet answer:
Question 1: The Grom Brook. The county boundary ran along the Grom Brook, which flowed beneath the building. However, where exactly is the Grom Brook today? It has clearly been culverted — built over, diverted underground — at some point between 1802 and the present. Does it still flow beneath The Pantiles? Does anyone know where it goes?
Question 2: The Mob. Edmund Kean left Tunbridge Wells ahead of a vengeful townsman whose wife he had seduced. The sources confirm this. However, they do not name the townsman, the wife, or the street. Does any local record — newspaper archive, diary, parish record — fill in the gap?
Question 3: The Original Interior. The 1989 reconstruction removed the theatrical interior entirely. However, before it was reconstructed, did anyone photograph the original auditorium? Was there anything left of the Georgian theatre inside by 1989 — original boxes, gallery ironwork, backstage machinery? Does anyone know what was lost?
Drop what you know in the comments. The Building Files are open. 👇
The WalkTW Building Files continue. Next up: the hotel on The Pantiles where a young woman leapt from a window, a ghost has been throwing furniture in Room 16 since at least 1997, and the building itself has been watching the promenade since before Tunbridge Wells was Royal.
#TunbridgeWells #WalkTW #BuildingFiles #CornExchange #ThePantiles #SarahBaker #EdmundKean #LocalHistory #HiddenTunbridgeWells
17 June 2026
The Sign on the Way Into Town That Nobody Reads🤝
Every time you drive into Tunbridge Wells, you pass it. A white sign, a coat of arms, the word “Royal” in elegant lettering — and underneath, in smaller type, three words that almost nobody stops to think about: Twin Town Wiesbaden.
Most people register it the way you register a speed limit sign. A fact about the town, filed away, never investigated. Did you know that Wiesbaden is the twin town with Tunbridge Wells? What is Wiesbaden? Why is Tunbridge Wells twinned with it? Who decided this, and why?
The answer is one of the warmest stories in the entire WalkTW archive — and it starts with four men getting on a boat.
1960: Fifteen Years After the War
In March 1960, four ex-servicemen from Tunbridge Wells travelled to Germany to meet their counterparts in Wiesbaden.
Sit with that for a moment. The Second World War had ended fifteen years earlier. These were men who had fought — actually fought, in the war that had only just finished reshaping the entire world. They were keen to heal the wounds of the Second World War and to build a better world for the future.
The one-time combatants discovered they spoke a common language of active reconciliation. Two groups of men who had been on opposite sides of the most destructive conflict in human history sat down together in Wiesbaden and found that what they actually had in common was the desire for it never to happen again.
One of those four men was Tom MacAndrew, a former Royal Marine Commando. He went on to lead the Tunbridge Wells Twinning & Friendship Association as its first President, a role he held until his death in 2010. A Royal Marine Commando — a man trained for combat against exactly the kind of people he was now travelling to meet as friends — spent the next fifty years of his life building that friendship.
The Slow Build: Thirty Years to a Handshake That Counted
What’s striking about this story is how unhurried it was. Nobody rushed to declare reconciliation. It was built, deliberately, over decades.
The handshake of 1960 led to a partnership agreement in 1961. This was followed by a ‘Treaty of Friendship’ in 1971. Eleven years between the first meeting and a formal treaty. And then, in 1989, the two towns signed a Twinning Charter — a delegation from Royal Tunbridge Wells travelling to Wiesbaden to sign the city’s Golden Book, extending the existing friendship treaty to a full town twinning.
Twenty-nine years from the first tentative meeting to the formal arrangement that put “Twin Town Wiesbaden” on the sign at the edge of town. This wasn’t a gesture. It was a relationship, built the way relationships actually get built — slowly, through repeated contact, through people choosing again and again to keep showing up.
The “Little Tiddler” and the State Capital
Here’s the detail that gives the story its proper WalkTW twist.
Michael Holman, a former chairman of the Tunbridge Wells Twinning and Friendship Association, put it plainly: “It was hard work, I am sure, to convince Wiesbaden, a town of now 300,000 people, to twin with a little tiddler like Tunbridge Wells. Our population of the Borough is only about 120,000. At the time, it would have been much less. It’s a town on a grand scale, compared with Tunbridge Wells. But Tunbridge Wells has its attractions and is a lovely town to visit.”
Wiesbaden lies between the River Rhine and the foothills of the Taunus Mountains, just 40 kilometres west of Frankfurt, and has a population of about 290,000. Since 1945, it has been the capital of the State of Hesse.
Royal Tunbridge Wells — a market town in Kent — is formally twinned with the capital city of an entire German federal state. Somehow, four ex-servicemen and three decades of careful relationship-building talked a city of nearly 300,000 people into a friendship with a “little tiddler.” That’s not a bad outcome for a handshake.
Two Towns, Same Idea, Different Scale
The connection makes more sense once you know what Wiesbaden actually is. Sometimes called the “Nice of the North,” Wiesbaden once boasted 26 hot springs.
Tunbridge Wells and Wiesbaden are both fundamentally the same idea — a town that exists because of what comes out of the ground. One chalybeate spring built an entire English spa town around it, complete with promenades, Assembly Rooms, and three centuries of people coming to take the waters. Twenty-six hot springs did something similar on a much grander scale in Hesse.
Some of Tunbridge Wells’s attractions have direct links with Wiesbaden — the bicycle-shaped cycle-stands around town were made by a blacksmith from the German town, and there’s a Wiesbaden plaque incorporated into the water feature at The Pantiles‘ 1887 building, referencing the fact that both towns were founded on springs.
There is a small plaque, on The Pantiles, referencing the town’s German twin — built into a water feature, on the street everyone walks down every single day. Next time you’re there, look for it. The WalkTW archive would love to know exactly where it is, because we haven’t found it yet either.
Still Going, Sixty-Five Years Later
This isn’t a relationship that was formalised once in 1989 and then forgotten. The Twinning Association has organised member visits to Wiesbaden for the summer Wine Festival, the traditional Christmas Market, and the pre-Lenten “Fasching” Carnival. It has facilitated concerts in Tunbridge Wells for musical groups from Wiesbaden and made it possible for local musical groups to perform there. It has also supported school groups from Wiesbaden coming to Tunbridge Wells — one school has brought students for the past 17 years to undertake two weeks of work experience.
In 2022, the two towns celebrated 33 years of official twinning with Weisbaden. That means the formal relationship has now passed its 36th year — and the friendship itself, counting from that first meeting in 1960, is now in its sixty-fifth year. Tom MacAndrew, the Royal Marine Commando who made that first trip, didn’t live to see all of it — but the association he led for fifty years is still organising trips, still bringing German schoolchildren to Kent, still finding excuses for people from two towns on opposite sides of a continent to spend time together.
🗺️ Go Find It
The sign itself is at several of the main approaches into Royal Tunbridge Wells — you’ve almost certainly driven past one without registering it.
The Wiesbaden plaque on The Pantiles is, as far as the WalkTW archive currently knows, unlocated. If you spot it, or know exactly where it is, this is officially an open case.
And if you’re ever in Wiesbaden — forty kilometres west of Frankfurt, on the Rhine, in the foothills of the Taunus Mountains — there’s a vineyard there named after Queen Victoria, with its own bottle of wine, planted to commemorate a royal visit in 1845. A Tunbridge Wells connection, hiding inside a German wine label, four hundred miles from The Pantiles.
🕵️ The Open Question
Who were the other three? Tom MacAndrew’s name survives because he went on to lead the Twinning Association for fifty years. But he was one of four ex-servicemen who made that first trip in March 1960. Who were the other three? What did they do afterwards? Did any of their families know what they’d started?
Four names, from 1960, are sitting in someone’s local archive or someone’s family memory. If you know any of them, the WalkTW archive — and quite possibly the Twinning Association itself — would very much like to hear from you. 👇
#TunbridgeWells #WalkTW #Wiesbaden #TwinTown #LocalHistory #Reconciliation #HiddenTunbridgeWells
15 June 2026
The Battle of Little Mount Sion: Two Pubs, One Title, No Resolution 🍺👻
The WalkTW Building Files🏛️🔍
A Note Before We Begin
Every WalkTW story so far has followed a person — a writer, a mathematician, a Russian baroness, a playwright — and used the buildings of this town as their backdrop (Thackeray’s window. Cumberland’s playwright. Defoe’s promenade.). In this piece, however, we’ll turn our attention to an event: The Battle of Little Mount Sion. The buildings were always there, waiting patiently in the margins.
This is the series where the buildings get their turn.
Tunbridge Wells is 400 years old. That is 400 years of people living, arguing, dying, drinking, conspiring and occasionally dropping dead of shock inside the same walls. Some of those walls are still standing. Some of them are on streets you walked past this morning without a second glance.
The WalkTW Building Files is a new series — one building per post, investigated properly. Confirmed history, contested claims, rumours that won’t go away, and at least one question that nobody has yet managed to answer. Each post comes with directions, because the whole point is that you can go and stand in front of the building yourself and see what history has left behind.
We start where Tunbridge Wells itself started — on the hill above the Chalybeate Spring, in the oldest streets in town, where two pubs have been arguing about the same thing for four hundred years.
The Compasses, 45 Little Mount Sion, TN1 1YP, and
The Grove Tavern, 19 Berkeley Road, TN1 1YR
They face each other across a quiet backstreet in the oldest part of Tunbridge Wells. Two small pubs, forty metres apart, both claiming to be the oldest buildings in town. Both with beams, open fires and ghost stories. Both have reasons to doubt the other’s claim.
The Compasses is owned by Greene King and will tell you its history on a laminated card. The Grove Tavern is owned by its landlord and will tell you its history if you ask nicely and stay for a second pint.
Between them, they contain more of Tunbridge Wells’s original character than almost anywhere else in the town. The question of which one is older may never be settled. The more interesting question is why nobody is properly asking it.
The Hill Before the Town
To understand Little Mount Sion, you need to understand what it was before Tunbridge Wells existed.
When Lord North stumbled upon the Chalybeate Spring in 1606, there was nothing here — no town, no streets, no buildings. Just a spring in a field, two forested ridges on either side, and the ancient track between them. Tunbridge Wells was something of an artificial creation in the early to mid-17th century. Initially, there were no houses or hotels, just the spring, some shops, coffee houses and perhaps a pub or two in the area now called The Pantiles. Residential development only really started in the 1690s on Mount Sion and Mount Ephraim.
But before that formal development, before the lodging houses and the Assembly Rooms and the paving scandal, there were encampments. Visitors to the spring in the earliest decades pitched tents and temporary structures on the hillsides. And where there are encampments, there is always, eventually, somewhere to drink.
Those two ridges — Mount Sion and Mount Ephraim — were not neutral territory. If you have read our Mountain Feud post, you already know that the two hills were engaged in a cold war of competing religious and political identities throughout the 17th century. Mount Sion was Puritan, Parliamentarian, Nonconformist. Mount Ephraim was Royalist, Anglican, and fashionable. Little Mount Sion sat squarely in Puritan territory.
One of the first buildings on Mount Sion was an ale-house, which is now the Grove Tavern. That claim comes from the Tunbridge Wells Civic Society — not from the pub’s own marketing. It is as authoritative as anything in the historical record.
The Compasses, forty metres away on the same hill, says the same thing about itself.
The Name That Greene King Doesn’t Mention
The Greene King laminated card tells you the pub has had many names over the centuries — Compasses, Compasses Hotel, Compasses Inn, Three Compasses, Compasses and Horseshoe, Hogshead and Compasses.
What it doesn’t tell you is what it was called before all of those. Searching in the local library reveals that it used to be called The Goat and Compass, which is a very strange name. However, when you dig deeper, you discover that it was originally an inn called God Encompasseth Us — a reference to the Bible’s view of God surrounding or encompassing his people, found in Psalm 139:5 and Hebrews 12:1-2.
Think about what that tells you. The earliest inn on this hill — in the 1630s, at the height of the Mountain Feud between the Puritan Mount Sion and the Royalist Mount Ephraim — was named after a Puritan scripture. God Encompasseth Us. This was a Puritan drinking house, on a Puritan hill, at a moment when the two ridges of Tunbridge Wells were engaged in a cold war of competing religious identities.
The pub was, from its very beginning, a theological statement. It just gradually shortened its name until nobody remembered what it meant.
The Night Mrs Pek Dropped Dead
The Greene King card contains a story sourced from the Annual Register of November 1789 that deserves to be far better known than it is.
The landlady at the time was a Mrs Pek. One evening, a turner called Fenner — believed to be related to William Fenner, one of the best-known makers of Tunbridge Ware — and a carpenter called Philpot were drinking together at the pub. A quarrel arose between them, which proceeded to blows. The fight went on for some time.
The sight of the brawl so greatly affected Mrs Pek that she dropped dead. Although she was given medical help immediately, it was fatal.
But here is the detail that elevates this from a pub fight into something stranger. When news of Mrs Pek’s death was relayed to a Mr Field at Mount Ephraim — about half a mile away, who was a relative of the deceased — the shock was so great that he dropped dead too, while the story was being related to him.
Two people died as a direct result of a carpenter and a turner having an argument in a Tunbridge Wells pub in 1789. One of them was half a mile away when it happened. This is documented in the Annual Register. It is real. The next landlord, a Mr D. Schooler, also died at the inn in 1803.
The Exorcist, the Little Girl and the Angry Spirit
At some point in the pub’s history, one landlord had an exorcist attend, due to what the card describes only as “some activity.” The Compasses is said to be haunted by the spirit of a little girl who allegedly died on the premises. Her mother — described in the card as a prostitute — was murdered by her father on the same site.
Witnesses report shadows moving around the ground floor, sudden cold spots, the feeling of someone breathing over their shoulders, whispering in their ears. One member of staff has seen the ghost of a woman wearing a white coat-like garment.
Soul Searchers Kent, a paranormal investigation team, investigated the pub after receiving a call from the landlord. One ghost hunt ended when an angry and aggressive spirit shouted “Get out” at the paranormal team.
The paranormal team left.
Whether the spirit was the little girl, the murdered mother, the deceased Mrs Pek, the late Mr Schooler, or simply a Greene King customer who had been waiting too long for their food is not recorded.
This is not, incidentally, the only violent history on this street. The Capital of Infidelity series has already established that Georgian Tunbridge Wells ran on assignations, gambling and the management of appearances. The backstreets of Mount Sion were where the less respectable ends of that economy operated. Little Mount Sion was never quite as genteel as it looked.
Across the Street: Josh in the Cellar
While The Compasses accumulates its catalogue of deaths, exorcists and aggressive spirits, the Grove Tavern, forty metres away, has been quietly conducting its own supernatural affairs with rather more specificity.
The Grove Tavern was originally known as Brett’s boarding house, Chapel House, and the Grove in Mount Sion. The Brett family had extensive land holdings in the area. Later, the tap house was no doubt added to quench the visitors’ thirst.
The ghost at the Grove Tavern has a name. The ghost reported to be haunting there is named Josh. The owner reported that he was a former cellar man waiting for his lady to come through the tunnel to the cellar for a clandestine meeting.
This detail requires unpacking. Legend states that tunnels ran beneath Little Mount Sion and other areas of the town. One is said to have led from a house across the street to the cellar of the Grove Tavern, and this house was one of ill repute. The gentlemen of the inn would greet ladies of the night there or even in the tunnel for some discreet meetings.
This puts Josh firmly in the same world that Daniel Defoe documented when he rode into town in 1722 and noted the “gaming, sharping, intriguing” with the eye of a man who had seen everything. The tunnels beneath Little Mount Sion were, apparently, part of the infrastructure of that intriguing.
Josh, the cellar man, is still waiting. The tunnel presumably still exists beneath the street, whether blocked or forgotten. The house of ill repute across the road is now something else entirely. The lady never arrived. Josh has been in the cellar since the 17th century.
The Grove Tavern is Grade II listed. Its listing was granted on 7 June 1974. English Heritage saw fit to protect this building. Nobody mentioned Josh in the paperwork.
The Grove Behind the Compasses
One detail from the Greene King card that connects both pubs to the wider history of the hill: behind The Compasses was the old Grove Park, where visitors to the spa would take their strolls after dining or listen to the orchestra on the bandstand, which is no longer there.
That same promenading culture — the performance of respectability over a private reality of gaming and assignation — runs through the entire Capital of Infidelity trilogy. The Georgian visitors who strolled in Grove Park after dinner were the same people conducting their less reputable business in the tunnels beneath the street. Tunbridge Wells has always been very good at holding both in balance.
The bandstand is gone. The grove is gone. The spa visitors are gone. The orchestra is gone. The tunnel may or may not still be there.
What remains: two small pubs, forty metres apart, still arguing about which one is older, on a hill that has been continuously occupied since before Tunbridge Wells had a name.
The WalkTW Verdict on the Oldest Pub Question
Honest answer: We cannot settle it. The historical record is genuinely ambiguous.
The Compasses has the more documented paper trail — the 1718 ownership record, the Annual Register account, and the multiple name changes that suggest continuous operation over centuries. The name God Encompasseth Us anchors it to the very earliest years of the town’s development.
The Grove Tavern has the more credible origin story — Brett’s boarding house predating the formal development of Mount Sion, the Civic Society’s assessment that it was one of the first buildings on the hill, the Grade II listing that formally recognises its historic significance.
One of the first buildings on Mount Sion was an ale-house, which is now the Grove Tavern. But there may have been places on The Pantiles that we would consider pubs, too.
The honest answer is that the question of the oldest pub in Tunbridge Wells may have no clean resolution — because the town itself grew too gradually and informally in its earliest decades to leave the kind of paper trail that would settle it definitively.
What we can say with confidence: both pubs are on the oldest surviving street in Tunbridge Wells, in buildings that have been serving drinks since the town was new, forty metres apart, and both are worth your time.
🗺️ Go Find Them Today
Both pubs are on Little Mount Sion — the quiet backstreet running parallel to the High Street, five minutes from the station and two minutes from The Pantiles. Walk up from the Chalybeate Spring, turn left past the Church of King Charles the Martyr, and you will find them facing each other across the street.
The Compasses — 45 Little Mount Sion, TN1 1YP. Greene King pub, food served, family friendly, open fires in winter. The laminated history card is on display inside. Ask about the exorcist.
The Grove Tavern — 19 Berkeley Road, TN1 1YR. Independent, no food, proper real ale, dog friendly, one bar. Steve Baxter has been a landlord since 2003 and knows the building better than anyone. Ask about Josh.
Visit both in the same afternoon. The pubs are forty metres apart, and the beer is better at the Grove. The ghost stories are better at The Compasses. Order accordingly.
🕵️ The Open Questions
Three things the WalkTW archive cannot yet answer:
Question 1: The Tunnel. Does the tunnel beneath Little Mount Sion still exist? Is it blocked, bricked up, forgotten, or still accessible from somewhere? The Grove Tavern’s cellar presumably connects to something. Has anyone looked?
Question 2: The Little Girl. The Greene King card says the researchers are currently unable to locate any children living at the inn in the historical record, but will keep researching. Has anyone found her? A child dying on licensed premises would have generated a coroner’s record, a newspaper report, something. Does anyone know where to look?
Question 3: The Original Name. God Encompasseth Us is the most extraordinary pub name in Tunbridge Wells history. When exactly did it change, and why? Was it a deliberate secularisation as the town’s Puritan character faded? Was it simply worn down by generations of drinkers who couldn’t be bothered with the theology? The local library apparently has the records. Has anyone checked?
Drop what you know in the comments. The Building Files are open. 👇
The WalkTW Building Files continue. Next up: the building on The Pantiles where a stage crossed a county border, a Ceres statue watches from the roof, and the ghost of a Georgian actress may or may not be taking a curtain call in the antiques market below.
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11 June 2026