I don't know why, but my enjoyment of it was off the scale. I found myself incredibly moved this time round by the melodrama & the more sentimental passages in a way I've never been before. Maybe the effect of the darkness of the times? I don't know...
Or maybe Dickens is just one of those pleasures in life which just keeps getting better and better the older you get...
Now wondering whether to carry on, & read Little Dorrit. Worried that a novel in which the whole of England is portrayed as one giant prison may be a bit much right now.
It feels sometimes like we've all become versions of William Dorrit.
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To the Victoria Embankment, there to take our Government-mandated exercise by following the lines of two waterways, the Bloomsbury Ditch & the #CockAndPye Ditch. These were channels which drained the marshland that surrounded the village of St Giles - current-day Covent Garden.
The walk is one devised by @teabolton in the second volume of his guide to London’s lost rivers, & follows the line of the 2 linked ditches from the Thames at Victoria Embankment Gardens & then back to Cleopatra’s Needle. #CockAndPye
"With no known natural watercourses between the Fleet, to the east, and the Tyburn, to the west, Covent Garden and Soho are gaps in the London river map. It is, however, quite possible that the ditches rechannelled small streams that existed before the earliest maps" - @teabolton
Lichfield as well. The cathedral is dedicated to St Chad, who died in a time of plague (“a mortality,” as Bede puts it, “sent from heaven”), & at whose tomb many miracles of healing were performed.
Any talk by @DrFrancisYoung is bound to be fascinating - & this one tonight will have the added benefit of helping to raise money for the wonderful @WiltshireMuseum at a time when it can make no money from ticket sales
"A sort of Wiltshire conquistador" - @DrFrancisYoung on John Aubrey's appropriation of Avebury from locals, and the stories they told about its origins.
What better way to celebrate my birthday than to walk across a plague-stricken London to Stepney, there to walk one of the city's more obscure lost rivers? - a river so lost in fact that it is commemorated not as a river at all, but as a sewer: the #BlackDitch
Stepney is first mentioned c. 1000. Stybbanhyð - 'Stybba's landing place' - conjures up romantic images of a Saxon adventurer arriving off whatever Limehouse was called back then, and navigating the river that would one day come to be called the #BlackDitch
In 1913, an antiquarian claimed that the #BlackDitch had originally been called the Barge River, & cites "old records of place names in the parishes and hamlets along the Thames side" as evidence - but if these ever existed, they cannot be found today.