There is something inherently magical about a vintage postcard. It isn’t just a piece of cardstock; it is a paper-thin time machine. Today, I’m pulling a particularly vibrant specimen from my collection: a Plastichrome postcard featuring the breathtaking village of Penshurst, Kent.
The image captures a cluster of timber-framed and tile-hung cottages that look as though they were plucked straight from a storybook. With its deep cerulean sky and the warm, saturated tones characteristic of mid-century colour printing, this card offers more than just a view—it offers a mood.
The Scene: Leicester Square and Beyond
The front of the postcard showcases the architectural heartbeat of Penshurst. This isn't just any street corner; this is the entrance to Leicester Square (not to be confused with its bustling London namesake). The buildings pictured are a masterclass in Kentish vernacular architecture.
Timber-Framing: Look at the striking vertical "close-studding" on the left. This style was a sign of wealth in the 15th and 16th centuries, as it required significantly more oak than standard framing.
Tile-Hanging: The central cottage features beautiful terracotta scales—a classic Kentish technique designed to protect the porous wattle-and-daub walls from the driving English rain.
The Tall Brick Stacks: Notice the towering, ornate chimneys. In the Tudor era, chimneys were the ultimate status symbol; they signalled that you could afford multiple fireplaces and the coal or wood to feed them.
Just out of frame to the left is the famous archway leading to the churchyard of St. John the Baptist, and beyond that lies the sprawling grandeur of Penshurst Place, the ancestral home of the Sidney family for centuries.
Dating the Card: A Mid-Century Mystery
As collectors, we always play detective. While this card is unused and lacks a postmark, the technical clues on the reverse tell a specific story.
The card is a Plastichrome produced by Colourpicture Publishers, Inc. of Boston, Massachusetts. This company was a giant in the industry from the 1950s through the 1970s. The "WB 197" series number and the credit to photographer H. D. Keilor provide a strong lead. Keilor was an incredibly prolific photographer of British landscapes during the post-war tourism boom.
Estimation: Based on the saturated colour palette, the typography of the "Post Card" header, and the reference to the local roads (B 2176 and 2188), I would date this postcard to the mid-to-late 1960s. The bicycle leaned against the brick wall in the foreground has a silhouette consistent with a 1960s roadster, further anchoring us in that nostalgic era.
Why Penshurst Matters
The back of the card describes Penshurst as a "picturesque Kentish village" and mentions Penshurst Place as a "beautiful 14th century house." This is an understatement.
Penshurst Place is one of the most complete examples of 14th-century domestic architecture in England. It was once owned by King Henry VIII, who used it as a hunting lodge while he was courting Anne Boleyn at nearby Hever Castle. Later, it was gifted to the Sidney family by King Edward VI. It was the birthplace of the great Elizabethan poet Sir Philip Sidney, making this village a pilgrimage site for lovers of history and literature alike.
The postcard perfectly captures the "Old England" aesthetic that was heavily marketed to American tourists in the 1960s. The "Plastichrome" process allowed for these hyper-real, glossy finishes that made the English countryside look eternally sunny—even if the reality involved a bit more drizzle!
Final Thoughts
This postcard is a reminder of why we collect. It’s a preserved slice of the Garden of England, captured at a time when the world was beginning to travel again, and the quiet, timbered corners of Kent were waiting to be rediscovered.
Whether you’re a fan of Tudor history, a lover of vintage photography, or just someone who appreciates a well-placed picket fence, this view of Penshurst is a classic for a reason. It represents an England that, despite the passing of decades, remains stubbornly and beautifully unchanged in our collective imagination.
