It was so pitch black in the gents, that even with the door open, I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. I felt around in the darkness for a while and failed completely to find a light switch before giving up and heading back downstairs. On the way I was met by a pair of police officers but fortunately they weren’t checking on possible toilet indiscretions and popped into the back bar of the Grasshopper on the Green to speak with the landlady. I never did find out why the officers were visiting this pretty little Westerham pub, perhaps it was just a social call? And, just for the record, …