I’ve been to a couple of towns recently which have had something of a Dickensian feel to them. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s the festive season, and the cobbled streets have brought to mind a child scurrying to buy the prize turkey at the behest of Ebenezer Scrooge.
Walking around them after dark, down narrow passageways and stairwells brings to mind the darker story of Oliver Twist. I found myself checking over my shoulder for Bill Sykes, menacing and dangerous.
Of course, it’s all just in my head, but I do enjoy trying to visualize the people and places from the books I’ve read. This is why books make great gifts at this time of year. The story stays with you, like a ghost of Christmas present!