Sevenoaks - Geography

Geography

The town is situated at the junction of two main routes from the north before traffic climbs over the Greensand Ridge which crosses Kent from west to east; that situation is similar to Maidstone and Ashford. That road was one of the earliest in the county to be turnpiked in 1709, because of the clay soils.

The valley to the north is that of the River Darent and it is here that that river turns to the north to cut through its gap in the North Downs. There are several lakes along the course of the river here, the result of the extraction of sand and gravel in the past.

The built-up area of the town has mainly spread along the main roads. The settlement of Riverhead to the north-west is the largest; other parts of the town (in clockwise order from the north) include Greatness; Wildernesse; Sevenoaks Common; and Kippington.

Neighbouring towns, villages and places
Riverhead (village)
Dunton Green (village)
Knockholt (village)
Otford (village)
Shoreham (village)
Kemsing (village)
Brasted (village)
Westerham (town)
Seal (village)
Borough Green (village)
Sevenoaks
Ide Hill (village)-The Highest Point in Kent Sevenoaks Weald (village)
Penshurst (village)
Hildenborough (village)
Tonbridge (town)

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