It's England. It's the early 1800's. Using pen and ink, by candlelight or oil lamp, J. Rutherford Pendragon described his life as he lived it from boyhood and beyond. It wasn't only the foot paths, dirt roads, alleyways, cobbled streets, or turnpikes he traveled. From the country lanes of Cock Marling and Winchelsea to the cobbled streets of Maidstone, he gathered tales across all of southeast England. His personal stories from Surrey, Kent, and Sussex have been collected, interpreted, and transcribed in this volume. Whether it was on foot, behind a goat cart, on a wares wagon or in a stagecoach, it wasn't only horse manure that dropped to the dirt and cobblestones along the way. Wash water and chamber pots were emptied from the windows up above. Tales of happiness, tears, trauma and tragedy were ground into the dust and wedged between the cobbles. From a humble thatched roof cottage, a small county vicarage, or a brick and stone Manor House, Pendragon's life and dreams were recorded on vellum, parchment, and eventually, paper made from either hemp or wood pulp. Life stories, legends, and secrets fell from the lips of passersby and settled into the gravel and cracks underfoot. As the years went by, the dung and waste were washed away, but the timeless sagas that fell between the fieldstone pavers remained to be told again as Cobble Tales.