At 21:47 GMT, the equinox occurred, marking the end of the year and the beginning of light winning over darkness. It was a time of mixed emotions as people reflected on the previous year. The author was on vacation while Jools had half a day of work before going to a fancy lunch paid for by her employer. The author dropped her off and drove through Dover and Folkestone before turning over the downs into Hythe. After dropping off Jools, the author had breakfast, did chores, and went on a mini-church crawl. Kent, where the author was, was not a big county. The author drove up the A20 then onto the motorway to Ashford and Maidstone before turning down the A road. The road twisted and turned until the author arrived in Tonbridge, which used to be a sleepy village before the railways came. The author drove to Penshurt, where the village was built around the outskirts of Penshurst Place. The author revisited the Sidney Chapel where the great and good were buried and remembered, getting shots and leaving a fiver for the church. The author then programmed Speldhurst into the sat nav and drove ten minutes to the village. There was no place to park near the church, and it was closed anyway. The author drove to Groombridge to redo shots of a small chapel with fabulous glass. It was pouring rain, and it was almost dark. The author missed the church on the first pass and ended up discovering that it and the other church in the village were in Sussex. The church looked dark and was almost certainly locked. The author drove to Tunbridge Wells where there was another church to revisit. The author parked in a high-up parking house, walked down the hill, observed a service, photographed the ceiling, and left. A warden asked the author why they were doing this, and the author had no answer other than they enjoyed it. After getting their shots, the author left, keeping their promise to buy the Big Issue from a young man who nearly burst into tears when given a fiver. The author went back to the car park, where it was raining hard again. They had two and a half hours to get to Folkestone to pick up Jools. They got back to the M20, stopped at Stop 24 services for coffee and food, and scrolled through Twitter. At quarter past four, they picked up Jools outside the…