It's
as though we reached the pinnacle of wintry misery
back in the 19th century, and there's nowhere
to go from there. If you listen carefully between
the gusts of bone-chilling wind, you can even make
out Dickens's smothered chuckle from his Westminster
grave. Smug git.
It might be ugly, cold and grey and damp, but now
is actually the perfect time to embrace the London
winter, and hit the streets for a wander.
For starters, you could grab a doubly chilling Jack
the Ripper tour through the fog-lined streets
of Whitechapel, where the gory details of his five
savage murders are brought to life amidst a haze of
mystery and conspiracy.
Sound too gruesome? Then how's about a beverage-led
walk with mates? Karen Chester's two
city pub walks are always excellent, and London
Walks are hosting a couple of specifically festive
pub tours.
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