A Sunday Morning in Westerham

If you’re searching for the perfect brunch spot in Kent, you really can’t do better than the charming town of Westerham. Quintessentially English and steeped in history, this little gem is full of big names and fascinating stories.

Westerham proudly claims James Wolfe, the British Army officer famed for his role in the Battle of Quebec, as one of its own. His childhood home, Quebec House, is open to visitors during the summer months. Helena Bonham Carter was also born here, adding a touch of Hollywood flair to the town’s legacy. But perhaps most notably, Winston Churchill’s beloved home, Chartwell, sits just outside Westerham. Operated by the National Trust, it’s a must-visit for history enthusiasts.

For me, however, Westerham holds a more personal significance. It was my first home when I returned to England in 2007. Back then, I found it less than welcoming, but I’m pleased to report that the town has since warmed up considerably.

Our visit began with brunch at the rather aptly named Brunch in Westerham.

Stephen opted for poached eggs and bacon with avocado, while I went for scallops and bacon. Both were delicious, but we couldn’t help eyeing Sarah’s crab on sourdough with a touch of food envy. The team at the restaurant were really friendly and managed the Sunday morning rush admirably.

After brunch, we decided to take a walk through the village. I'd always liked this little shopping arcade.

I pointed out the flat where I once lived—the four bottom-left windows in the building above were my uncle’s.

Looking up Vicarage Hill towards the green.

The facade of Westerham Evangelical Congregational Church.

We strolled along the narrow side streets, admiring the little shops and interesting sights.

I loved the combination of stone and red brick in this cottage, with its tidy cream front door.

I liked this Georgian red brick building with its black doors and white windows too.

Doesn't this shopfront make you want to buy - and eat - your body weight in chocolate?

I took so many photos around St. Mary's Church that I'm going to have to dedicate an entire post to it. The churchyard was very quaint.

We all agreed that we need to return one day to have afternoon tea at the Tudor Rose Tearoom.

On this occasion, we opted for pints in the Grasshopper on the Green Pub, which Sarah's father told her was the best pub in Westerham...

... probably on account of their excellent pies.

How sweet is this statue? Unmistakably Churchill. I'm so pleased we finally make it back to this little town. We'd been wanting to for years and we had a lovely morning out.