by Brenda W. Clough
One of the main purposes of this trip is research. I do not come to Britain to drink perry and photograph cats — although I did take a picture of the statue commemorating Dick Whittington’s famous feline!
I come to run miles and cover ground. So I went and toured Charles Dickens’s house, which is, handily, just down the street from my hotel. I went to services at a church in Hampstead, walked over Hampstead Heath with knowledgeable native guides, and got a guided tour of Highgate Cemetery. Important fictional events take place in these locations, and so it is good to actually see them. Not absolutely vital, in these days of superb web sites and Google Earth, but there is nothing like actually standing in the nave of the church where the dramatic wedding is to take place. Now I know where all the principals have to stand, right?