The house is a 18th C Huguenot Silk Weaver's house and the late Dennis Severs turned it back just as it would have been at the time the family lived there. The Christmas Silent Evenings are pure magic, with real fires in the grates in every room, candlelight and the scents and sounds from the time.
I only have a photo of the exterior, to go round in silence is part of the experience and it would be too intrusive to be taking photos.
When we arrived in London, at Liverpool Street, it was dry. Within minutes, the heavens opened and there was thunder and lightning all around. This was the storm that probably brought down the ceiling in the Apollo Theatre. We were soaked but saw a Card shop that had a stand of umbrellas outside. Great we thought and bought one for £4.95. That was probably my biggest waste of money ever. We walked no more than 200 yds and the bloody thing blew inside out and one of the ribs broke!! The rain was so bad it was hard to work out where we were going and a 9 minute walk turned into a 40 minute walk, by which time I was dying for a pee and I knew there wouldn't be any toilet facilities in the house we were going to. With that in mind, we had to nip into a pub down an alleyway, that looked rather like Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter film.
What I love about London is the way the old and the new sit side by side.
It's a good job the house visit lived up to expectations, as the walk there was a nightmare and later, when we returned to the MotorHome, the dog had had an attack of the runs, which needed cleaning up. Not the perfect end to the evening!
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